Morning Mist and Silver Sun by StarSpray

Wings

Written for the May 2020 Block Party image instadrabbling

The rustling outside of his window was nothing unusual, and Elrond thought nothing of it until he caught a glimpse of Arwen darting away out of the corner of his eye, something large and leafy on her back. A proper glance told him she had fashioned wings out of branches, held together with strands of ivy. He smiled at the sight; she had been asking for tales of Lúthien and Elwing at night for weeks—until he saw that she was headed for the top of a very steep hill.

Papers went flying as he sped from the room. “Arwen!”