Lockdown Image Instadrabbling by Lindariel  

Prompt #7: terrace with candles and roses at dusk

Idril gazed westward one last time, down the slope of Mount Taras toward the twilit sea. She was growing accustomed to this feeling of being uprooted. She was glad to set down her responsibility as her father's chatelaine at Vinyamar, but she was still going to miss the beauty the Noldor and Sindar had created there together.

Her cornflowers and roses had already taken to their new location and were growing happily, so her father had assured her. Perhaps she would even be happier to live in a place where the sea that took her mother did not sough incessantly.