In the Light of the Trees and After by Lferion

Fly, Fly, Butterfly

A very young Maglor, music, and butterflies.

Written for the Silmarillion Writer's Guild January 2021 Resolutions challenge:
Day 10: Bonus prompts are images for instadrabbling from the Naturalist's Guide to Middle-earth challenge, Sept 2020. Image 2, Butterflies

Fly, fly, butterfly
From the bush up to the sky
Spring, spring, ting-a-ling
Caterpillar did you bring!

A very small Makalaurë, not entirely steady on his feet, was toddling about the children's garden, chasing after the brightly colored butterflies and other flying insects. Anairë was unfamiliar with the tune he was singing, but his high treble was pure and sweet. The words apparently were his own, and as yet there was only one verse. But it scanned, and the rhymes were proper ones.

Even more astonishing, the butterflies appeared to be listening, swooping and fluttering in rhythm with the song.