San rotser simpetalla pinqe by Himring

San rotser simpetalla pinqe

Ecthelion, re-embodied, found the story of his heroic demise embarrassing and strictly avoided wearing any headgear that featured anything remotely resembling a spike.

He was also seen staring grimly into fountains, although not when he knew he was being observed. Gradually, his friends worked out that a lingering anxiety was embarrassing him in quite a different fashion. It would not do for the Lord of the House of Fountains to be uneasy around fountains and he would not allow himself to stay away, so they took turns to stand beside him talking about subjects that did not require his attention.

All this was tiresome, although he was grateful for his friends’ support. What really caught his attention among all the grand verbiage of the Fall of Gondolin, when he had to sit through it, was something else, however, and, one day, he made his way to a white tower surrounded by birds on the coast just as Vingilot gently descended from the heights.

‘I suppose you’re a bit too old for willow whistles,’ he said awkwardly, holding out a newly crafted one, and was stunned, when Earendil burst into tears. Earendil has had a fresh supply up aloft ever since.

Chapter End Notes

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