May 21, 2023
host has a dog, a small lapdog with floppy ears and wide dark eyes. every time i look at him i imagine, for a moment, that it's huan looking back... which is entirely nonsensical. huan was a shaggy beast of a hound for one thing, there's a resemblance in name only, i might as well compare a walnut to the moon. for another, he wasn't even my dog! but then i was so used to seeing him in orbit around tyelkormo, as much a fact of life as the grass or the trees... i suppose a dog, any dog, is the closest i've gotten to normality at all. i'm grateful to the little thing, though he of course has no comprehension of any of this—his only concern is the part where my fondness leads me to indulge him. makalaurë, the silmarillion.