Categories > Books > Lord of the Rings > A tribute to obsession
The soft grass tickled his bare feet, the the fresh morning breze carried the scent of wild flowers, blooming all around him, and the forest echoed with the merry chatter of birds.
Feanaro sighed, closing his eyes and allowing the frantic rhythm of life renewed to flood his senses. Midnight hair pooling unbound beneath his head, arms resting at his sides, the Prince lay on his back, basking in the golden light.
A tiny bird of bright, blue plumage came to rest on the Elf's chest, pulling him out of reverie.
"No, little one... I do not understand what you are telling me, but you are welcome to stay." he chuckled, opening one eye and peering at the chattering bird.
Feanaro sighed, closing his eyes and allowing the frantic rhythm of life renewed to flood his senses. Midnight hair pooling unbound beneath his head, arms resting at his sides, the Prince lay on his back, basking in the golden light.
A tiny bird of bright, blue plumage came to rest on the Elf's chest, pulling him out of reverie.
"No, little one... I do not understand what you are telling me, but you are welcome to stay." he chuckled, opening one eye and peering at the chattering bird.
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