The only student of Maglor on record on this side of the Sea by Himring  

Early Second Age, Lindon

When Emlinn sits and tries out her adaptations of Maglor’s music, sometimes music and memory take hold and transport her back to that wintry chamber in Himring. Across from her sits the tall figure of her lost teacher, his sense of humour unimpaired, and almost she can hear him comment: ‘Doing it Sindarin style is all very well, Emlinn, but this bit? That is rather lazy, surely. Daeron would have rapped your knuckles, if he heard it!’

Emlinn sighs wistfully, looks instinctively over her shoulder, as if anyone else could have spotted the hated Feanorion, and fixes the criticized passage.

Chapter End Notes

Prompts: tall, wistful, humor, music.