Come Dance with Me (and with the Elves)
It's springtime in my hemisphere, and - notwithstanding everything else, which...yeah - part of me feels a little brighter as a result. So let's dance!
I imagine dance as an essential element of Elvish expression (what does your body do when the Song calls you?) and I never get tired of exploring that in writing. Sometimes it's tender, sometimes it's melancholy, sometimes it's angsty, but it's always a delight to write.
Have a few of my related ficlets:
The Fire of the World (T: 450 words). Maedhros and Fingon, discovering one another.
So We Rise (G: 350 words). Elenwë and Vanyarin dance.
Come Round Right (G: 600 words). Idril and Glorfindel, with dance as a bridge-builder.
The Body Speaks Where Words Cannot (G: 600 words). More Glorfindel, Idril, and an appreciative Ecthelion, finding joy in dance in Gondolin.
A New Thread in the Weave (G: 500 words). Indis dances down the mountain to be married to Finwë. Fëanor receives her.
Exodus (G: 300 words). Maglor's dramatic exit.
Enjoy!
