All Mythical Things

The Golden Sun & The Silver Moon

Languages: 

'Valari words/ or Erika's mother tongue'   

"Quenya/Sindarin" 

"Westron/Common tongue"

"Others"

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The forest seems very lively. They echoed unheard songs and has been passing it around for others to listen to. To normal ears, it sounded as if the wind is whispering softly. To elven ears, it is like a gentle humming. No words can be heard but they can feel the joy and excitement. To the animals living there, it is a rare moment to witness. The birds chirped in their own songs while the gentle wind made various branches creak and rustle its leaves as if creating music in harmony with the unhearable song.

In a not so distant corner, a family of rabbits poke their heads up from their tiny home. Ears twitching in curiosity and eyes roaming around to check what has made the forest so alive. And of course to check if there will be fruits on the ground. They love the vast vegetation but who would say no to sweet, juicy fruit these kind trees can offer? Certainly not them. But they need constant vigilance, soft beings like them are favourite target of hunters. Good thing they can run fast!

The rabbits jumped back inside their hole as they sense something come in their way. See? They were just thinking about it and those hunters appear. Yards away from them, up above in the nearby tree perched a mighty eagle. It's sharp talons made their fur shake. Too many of their kind has fallen victim to those deadly weapons, they need to forget about the fruits for now and hide. But the rabbits noticed as they peer their curious eyes outside, the eagle seems to have no interest in them. They too, are trying to listen to what the trees are saying. The mighty eagle ruffled its wings, puffing its neck feathers and stomping its feet on the branch as if excited. Is it happy? Is it waiting for something? Is it because the wandering grey wolves are howling from somewhere? Or is it because it knows that there is a dinner roaming below? It could be tricking them into thinking it's not interested in eating them.

The momma rabbit twitched her tiny whiskers and ushered her tiny children back inside their home. They could wait, they just want the fruits and maybe nothing more… possibly to hear the reasons why the forest is so alive and happy but the food is more important.

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Elves love celebrations. Everybody knows that. They sing all the time even from the smallest reasons and they love to dance in a harmonious music. When he was a young elfling, Glorfindel give thanks to the Valars all the time for teaching them the beauty of music. His mother, Findis daughter of Finwë is one of the best musicians in Aman, not to mention has the most beautiful voice (for him!) though she always insist that Maglor, his cousin, second eldest son of Fëanor, would be the rightful owner of that title. At the feast tonight, Glorfindel joined the musicians and play the harp to honor those lovely memories. He and his cousins used to do that when they were young and this celebration made him remember the times where Ñoldor and Teleri elves played music together before the first kinslaying occur. Seeing everyone gather and have fun together made his heart swell with joy.

Glorfindel thought, he would do his very best to protect this peace that they have.

As the feast ended and everyone starts to clean up, kitchen maids gathered all the dining wares. Other attendants and the manor guards helped each other carry the tables and chairs- used in the celebration, to the storeroom.