Send in a word for a drabble of our muses based on it: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
Peering upon the strangers was like waking up from a dream. Although he had not been sleeping, a telltale chill crossed down his spine as if he’d only then awakened.
But as with most dreams, the REALITY he faced was less favourable.
With every face which passed him by, the Elvenking knew but one fact for them each: they had all lived lives as riddled with complexities as his own. The young man whose face tensed with pessimistic displeasure — he could share many traits with Thranduil himself. Yet without knowing their experiences, each person was simply a face to him.
At least they USED TO BE. Now wherever he looked, he saw potential in the individuals who passed. So many stories to be told, although very few would he ever come to hear. The man he focused on had nearly left his sight completely and the moment he was gone, Thranduil realized his chance to learn a new story had gone with him.
