Lost in a Song

Summary: Haldir comes to regret an evening of song in the Hall of Fire. 

Written for the JulieFiannaArchive July challenge where we had to use the following line in a story: “The music swirled around him, filling his mind with an overwhelming desire to...” 

 Disclaimer: Playing in Tolkien's sandbox and making no money from it.

Thanks to Fiondil for help with the title.

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The music swirled around him, filling his mind with an overwhelming desire to knit and feel the fine woolen strands caress his skin as the yarn wrapped his fingers in a loving embrace.

Haldir swore under his breath as Lady Galadriel's song ended and he realized he held his empty hands before him in the proper position to continue entwining two non-existent needles in their joyous dance of creation. Thoroughly embarrassed, he snatched his hands back to his sides, noticing those around him doing the same with their hands. And to think he had actually been looking forward to hearing these pompous elves of Valinor show off their Valar-enhanced skills by competing with songs of power in the Hall of Fire!

Suddenly Lord Glorfindel rose and began strumming his harp before the restless crowd. Haldir groaned as he felt the music thrill within him once again, and the first strains of a song about sheep herding filled and possessed the horrified audience.