Gleaming Spires by Himring

Chapter 1

She had been making appreciative noises all day. There was much to admire. Her brother, his architects, the masons—they were rightly proud of their achievements. 

She could have wished the city to be less obviously modelled on Tirion. It made her a little homesick, an inconvenient distraction, when she was trying to be so very positive. Yet she did well, satisfying everyone, except, perhaps, Idril.

In the evening, she slipped away, climbed to the top of the King’s Tower and looked toward Crissaegrim.

Into the evening breeze she whispered: It is a prison, but the views are nice enough.

Chapter End Notes

The title is a prompt from the Tolkien100 community on LJ.

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