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Much to the delight of the children on his lap a being of sparkling blue faded into form on the log beside them. A small figure, much their own height with pointed ears and wearing a wide smile. An elf child, much like themselves and wearing the garments of their own people while it seemed that their own tattered garments had taken the form of elvish robes.

Finrod’s voice carried strong now and about the activity about the small camp halted as the people turned towards his voice. He could hear their voices as they spoke among themselves, whispers of holy beings and dreams sprung to life. Surely the children upon his lap would be blessed now, to hear and see such visions.

The girl reached forward, her fingers stretched wide and as she did the blue figure mirrored her reactions; their hands joined and the gentle noise of the laughter filled the air about the camp.

little bit of fanart for a friends gift fic to me <333 

Life of Song (x)