It was a warm evening in the crepuscular light of the Two Trees and just like every year on this very day, the Noldor celebrated the bountiful harvest outside the gates of Tirion.
”They seem so unconcerned” he replied after a while. ”As if the agitation within our family would not affect them at all.”
”Why should they, anyway?” the other Elda supposed causally and settled on the grass next to him. ”In their eyes it’s nothing but a quarrel among brothers.”
Dedicated to her ficlet ‘Discord’
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