Tengwar: To The Letter by cuarthol

Hwesta (breeze)

A different point of view
(No warnings.  Drabble)

The keen gaze of Thorondor was drawn to the movement among the desolate slopes of Thangorodrim.  Hovering upon the high currents, ever watchful of Melkor’s servants, he saw this to be no orc but an Elda who would pass unseen to all but the sharpest of eyes.

It was not his directive to interfere, but neither had he been forbidden.  He was foremost a messenger, to act only in the greatest need.  So when the song of hope reached him, when the prayer carried on the wind to his hearing, he dove from the sky to be the unlooked-for answer.