A pleasant song coaxes you in your sleep, as if you can hear someone singing in another room. On waking you cannot remember the melody or the words, but it reminds you of home.

doegred:

meme: Send my muse a pleasant dream

@misbehavingmaiar

The next morning there is a strange gait in Maedhros’ steps, as if they were following some rhythm only he can hear, and he can recognize that, it is the song’s, surely.
Still the song of his dream itself seems to elude the Fëanorion at every turn, like an old vixen, hiding in the jagged borders of his consciousness every time his mind tries to focus on its notes. 
There are a couple of times he can almost feel it fizz on the tip of his tongue and in the back of his throat, like an unresolved need.
Yet he cannot associate to it neither a music nor words if he thinks about it.

Lost in his thoughts Maedhros doesn’t notice he is humming, not even when Dimhelesin rises his head from the report he is reading and throws him an incredulous glance.

(( #//what song was it? #//was is a lewd tavern song?#//a prayer to Melkor?#//we do not know #theotherwesley  XD how dare you sir i was trying to be pleasant and well-behaved for once))

( Perhaps it was something like this )

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