I really like the way you fleshed out the mysterious Nost-na-Lothion in this story! Young Eärendil is such a precocious little fellow. I laughed at his study of the washing water - a  little hint at things to come. And the kite, too...

Over here, the celandines have long since faded (it's been an early spring this year) and the elderflowers won't bloom for another couple of weeks, but it was easy to imagine the festivities with these familiar flowers. Looking forward to the meta!