A capella Maire: a bit of L Del Rey’s “The Blackest Day.”
For Doegred. Admit it. You love it when I tease you.
The Noldo’s eyes might be shining with a coldly dangerous light, but he listens in perfect silence, his very breaths hitching with the rhythm of the Maia’s voice.
The song makes the air billow, still the Noldo stands unmoved, like the rock parting a stream’s waters.
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