The Wind Whispers by NiennaWept

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The Wind Whispers


The wind whispers here, they say.

Here, on the westernmost point of Middle-earth, where Beleriand embraced it long ago, the wind has a voice of its own. It sings through the rocks and howls at the sea.

And some say that when it is in the right mood, it speaks.

There was once a prince of the Noldor, whose voice was fair and strong. In battle, he raised it to fight the dread armies of Morgoth. In peace, he lowered it to murmur chants of healing. The songs do not say what happened after that.

But the wind whispers here.


Chapter End Notes

I know this is cliché, but this one came to me right as I was on the edge of sleep last night. I hope you enjoy it. 


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