It was a day in Rivendell that felt like Eternity.
Light was bright in the trees with a laughter following.
Bruinen was flowing with her own song, sometimes joining the laughter and sometimes singing her own tune.
The elves started their feast right after sunfall, with their lamps hanging in the trees. Oak, birch and poplar rejoicing in the light which reminded of the Elder Days. Glorfindel joined the feast and the merriment and laughter raised. If you were there, it would seem like the elves were singing for the stars, indeed they did, and their song would indeed be reaching up high where the stars dwell. Sometimes nightingales joined them, sometimes they listened in silence. The songs were sang to greet the rising of Menelmacar, the Swordsman of the Sky. In these days of twilight, the elves rejoiced in his rising and sang for it. It almost felt like it was their song which invited the stars to rise and shine even brighter.
