chiliadicorum:

Random writing challenge! It’s a widely known thing how music is often an inspirational tool for writing, so if that concept applies to you, I offer a prompt.

Tagging: @maedhroswhy, @first-son-of-finwe, @glorfindelsbitch, @elrondd, @celeborn-of-doriath, @celebbun, @melkorwashere, @celegorm-turcafinwe, @glorfy-the-bright-haired-ellon, @chief-laurefindil, @feanore, @mairon-ate-my-fish, @strong-voiced, @hasty-riser, @nyarnamaitar (your fav), @feanope, @misbehavingmaiar, @littlestfinwe, @masteroftheseas, @lord-of-angband, @harnatano, @turcafinwe-tyelkormo, @banner-bearer and anyone else who has a muse or a favorite character who’s interested in this who I haven’t listed.

Feel free to bypass this if you want to, but I’m curious as what you’ll come up with. And I thought it might be fun. So, here’s what you do:

1. Listen to this song (some will probably recognize it)
2. Close your eyes and apply it to your muse while it’s playing
3. Open your eyes when it’s finished
4. Write the scene or a summary of the scene that you find yourself imagining

Yeah, it’s no original idea, but I see too few of these prompts. 🙂
EDIT: And if you decide to do this, please post it in reply to this! I would love to read them.

I listened for my muse in this piece but I could find neither of them– except perhaps in the very beginning, where briefly I could hear the low harmonies of Aulë. But Sauron and Melkor are nowhere in this melody for me. This is a song of peaceful melancholy, light filtering through a forest’s canopy, new growth claiming past relics. This is an elf song, if ever there was one. This is water dripping from the fingers of Galadriel. 
Both my muses have felt their share of melancholy, but peace is not in their vocabulary, whether they want to admit it or not; they are driven to strife by internal energies too volatile for a world made contrary to their elements. If they have moments of calm, those moments do not sound so ethereal. Their absence from this melody invokes the hopeful dreams of all those who have spent long lives trying to outrun my muses. It seems both timeless and fragile.

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