The wood now gleamed with rich browns, and with the smooth black-greys of bark like polished leather. The boles of the trees glowed with a soft green like young grass: early spring or a fleeting vision of it was about them.
“It had a visor (after the manner of those that the Dwarves used in their forges for the shielding of their eyes), and the face of one that wore it struck fear into the hearts of all beholders, but was itself guarded from dart and fire. Upon its crest was set in defiance a gilded image of Glaurung the dragon…”
So elves tend to tell their tales through songs but how about a dance. Maedhros dancing to explain/express his time in Angband and Fingon swears he saw Mae’s right hand that he have chop(ped) off. (yeah i took a bit of liberty with today’s theme)
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