Sylrond

Rivondir watches the sun rise over Mirkwood from Sylrond and Lamaenon's talan in Lothlorien.

[ Tried some of that photomanip business. u.u ]

'And for the ruler of his dead heart he forged a hundred thousand captured souls, shining like stars, to tie in her hair to match her pale skin, and twined garland-curls of jade-lined mithril upon the crown of her head to keep them there; even the moon paled in envy of her beauty. He kept her hidden from the sun's rays under leaves of forest and glade, for when day broke she shone even more radiant than he and he was a vain being even in love.