Apr 2, 2024
Adaneth, I tell thee, Aikanár, the Sharp-flame loved thee. For thy sake now he will never take the hand of any bride of his own kindred, but live alone to the end, remembering the morning in the hills of Dorthonion. But too soon in the North-wind his flame will go out! (J.R.R. Tolkien, Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth)
Aegnor: Foedhrass Andreth: Little_solnyshka (Instagram) Photographers: 1. and 4.: Goldiepond, 2. and 3.: Aloha_Airbrush_Aloha_Pictures (both on IG)