Date: 12/02/2014 15:57 (UTC)
espresso_addict: 'Lady with Hat and Feather Boa', Gustav Klimt  (winter)
The first draft branched at the end of the 2nd paragraph (following 'fashioned from the limbs of his friends') but I couldn't work out what happened next. I didn't want to my ent to end up as the log, which seemed to be the way it was heading.

His cry was a shaft of sunshine slicing through the forest canopy: it pierced the barrier between worlds. As he howled his mourning on the winds, the crack grew wider, wider, till things could slither through it into the woods, things that had not been part of the song and to which Eru had given no name. And names they took from the two-legged orcs that had despoiled the place, short sharp names for their sly spiteful natures.

It was long before he noticed. He had sung all the many names of his lost friends when the wind in his branches carried whispers, whispers that the owls no longer hunted mice alone.


Albert/Soolin is a fascinating notion; if they could be made to meet they might have a lot in common. TP fandom always seems to assume Albert's gay; I don't think I've seen a single female partner for him before.
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