Morning Mist and Silver Sun by StarSpray

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Beginning

Written for the May 2020 Block Party image instadrabbling


Thingol stood to the side and watched with interest as the dwarves conferred with one another and with his people, half in Sindarin and half in their own tongue. Several dwarves disappeared inside with torches, emerging looking very pleased. Then the whole party took up their picks and shovels and trooped inside. Laughter and the beginnings of a working song echoed out of the opening.

Daeron sat on the grass beside opening, and he looked up at Thingol with a smile. “They say they could carve a whole city in this hill if we wanted—a thousand caves or more!”


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