"These fires--" they sputtered peculiarly. Beneath the sky's swallowing depths, this humble, wanting hearth housed a spitting flame. It ebbed listlessly, swaying to and fro in a dizzying pattern, and Aragorn, stoking it, paid heed to its tune. How curious, thought he. Singeing the earthy sprigs, it cracked and rumbled in a tune he'd yet to hear, and many were those ballads the Ranger had discovered! Curiously, the Dúnadan peered over, and lit hazily in that golden glow, she looked a part of these waltzing flames... "They appear most swayed by you," Aragorn hummed. Effected. On his stone, he straightened, and a breeze stirred the trees.
@ignisviitae, wild spirit.











