A Sense of History: Thálatta! Thálatta!
While he never climbs the stairs of this Elf-tower, in Lothlórien Frodo Baggins descends a flight of steps to look into Galadriel’s Mirror, wherein he first sees the sea. This post examines the view.
After Lúthien incident, Sauron flees into Taur-nu-Fuin. CW: brief mention of blood and injury.
Prompt: a photo of mushrooms, as seen from the ground.
The smell of the earth invaded his nostrils. Earth, and something else, aromatic. Mushrooms. Slowly, he opened his eyes. He lay on his stomach on tangled tree-roots. He smelled blood, too. His own blood. His hand went to his throat, shivering as he found a fresh wound there. His heart pounded hard against his chest. No, he was not going to die in Taur-nu-Fuin. Concentrate on mushrooms, he ordered himself.
There were two of them. Yellowish, nice-smelling, their shape pleasing the eye. He tried to remember the name of the species. He was sure that once, he had known it.