On this humid summer day, the small flowers of the dogwood cascaded down before the resting pair like a pink waterfall. While they were not as refreshing as the water, they helped provide some cool shade from the sun, which at times burned harshly.
Finrod plucked randomly to check the tune of his harp, and then created order from the chaos by using the same notes to begin a repetitious harmony. Maglor soon joined in, adding a swift yet improvised melody over his cousin’s unpracticed yet perfect notes. It amazed everyone that these cousins could communicate so well without words.
Story Notes:
B2MeM Challenge: (I22) (O68)
(I22)
Sons of Feanor: Maglor and Finrod
Four Words: Order, Cascade, Small, Dogwood
(O68)
Weather: Humid
(I22)
Sons of Feanor: Maglor and Finrod
Four Words: Order, Cascade, Small, Dogwood
(O68)
Weather: Humid