Ribbon-Cutting Instadrabbling by Lindariel

Two

Hithlum, the year 20 of the Sun.  Photo series prompt: daffodils in a light wood at the edge of spring.

Nolofinwë's ramble had taken him far outside his usual haunts. Hithlum on the edge of springtime made him restless, and he found himself on one of the old tracks. Here the earth still showed the marks of the Noldorin host on its march to Lake Mithrim. Nolofinwë walked wrapped in memory, until he saw a single yellow flower blooming against the dun floor of the uplands. The bright color reminded him of his golden-haired relatives, since departed for other homes: Alatáriel, his sister-sons, and Itarillë. A patch of several such flowers together gave him an idea. He'd throw a feast!