A Sense of Place by mistrali

A Sense of Place

It was strange to see the place forlorn and bare: his dreams had shown him white-gold halls, green grass, delicate turrets and clear streams, all hidden by sheer walls and mist from Morgoth’s spies. Of course, he had never liked the design of Tirion, whose marble and silver jarred him. He itched to incorporate some softer, darker elements, but one could not gainsay a Vala.