New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
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.
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.