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.
prompt: song, "Start All Over Again," by Nat King Cole
Estolad, First Age 422
The line of oxcarts began their slow rumble westward. Babies wailed, drivers shouted, and the group of counselors around Haleth began to sing one of the oldest traveling songs.
Estolad had been nothing more than a waystation for her people since Haleth had rejected the protection of Caranthir and moved them there. There was nothing to ground them here on this endless plain, no hills, no forests (save the magical Nan Elmoth on the northern march), no natural boundaries to define or defend. Even the folks who did not wish to travel were happy to see it disappearing behind them.