Rapture by mistrali

Rapture

Long evenings of song and dance under the stars were delightful. They gave the monarchs a chance to spend precious time with Luthien, or relax with their courtiers. Factions were laid aside: politics had no place among such beauty.

Melian savoured the intricate, delicate pieces played in autumn. She would cup her chin in one hand, a faraway look in her usually clear grey eyes. The king loved seeing his wife enraptured: it was a fine minstrel indeed who could move Melian to wonder. As he watched her, he often imagined how he must have looked at their first meeting.