2025 Birthday Bash Prompt Fills by silmalope

For the 3.14 prompt poem Wake, butterfly – / it’s late, we’ve miles / to go together, I drew Melian mourning the death of Thingol. I’ve always associated her with butterflies for some reason, and it occurred to me that for a Maia, even the thousands of years she spent with her love would feel far too short. So I interpreted the poem as her inner thoughts, unable to bear the thought of journeying on alone.