Midwinter 2020 Instadrabbling by Lindariel

Chapter 6

Eglarest, very early First Age.  This piece takes place during my "The Fairest Vessels That Ever Sailed" storyline.  Prompts:  tall, wistful, humor, music.

The two tall Elves might have been exchanging secrets, their bent heads almost touching as they stood back from the circle of Elves dancing around the fire to the accompaniment of a piper. Círdan's eyes were closed as he swayed slightly. "My mother used to play this tune," he murmured, wistful with memories of Cuiviénen.

"Yes, uncle, I have heard her play it for many a dance," replied Teleporno. "But she plays it with more humor, a song of joyous discovery. Yon piper plays it with more longing, more seeking."

"Now you begin to understand the Falathrim," his uncle replied.