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Genre: Family Rating: G Summary: Eärwen was painting something strange – again. But anyhow, her father could not say that he did not enjoy it, although he could never say of what nature her paintings were… Reference: “and he had also from his Telerin mother a love of the sea and dreams of far lands that he had never seen.” (The Silmarillion, The Shibboleth of Fëanor.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “The view is… unique, daughter. Where is it?” Halting, Eärwen looked up, meeting her father’s gaze. Giving him an amused smile, she said, “Somewhere out there. At least I think so.” Olwë shook his head, but he could not resist the temptation of a vacant stool set beside his daughter’s own work-bench. Saying nothing more, he scrutinised her latest project as she returned to giving the painting some last touches. It was that of a field of foreign flowers, with a distant blueish mountain as background, lit up by some light that was like yet unlike the rays of Laurellin. |
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