day 09: enjoy 🌸
“Enjoy.”
Káno looked up. “What?”
Turko narrowed his eyes, lips tightening into a thin grimace. “You enjoy this?”
Káno glanced around him. Music books and scribbled notated papers were strewn about in a cluttered mess. He clutched a quill in one ink-smudged hand and a flute in the other.
He grinned. “Yes.”
Turko snorted and flipped through Káno’s illegibly written sheet music. “You’ve locked yourself in this room for days, have been singing non-stop, and is clearly sleep-deprived.”
Káno let out a dreamy sigh. “And I love it. It’s wonderful. The melodies…the music…how could you not enjoy it?”
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“Enjoy.”
Maglor didn’t know what it meant anymore.
Walking, day after day, across the shore against the crashing waves and roaring ocean. Dragging his weary feet through the sand. Shivering as wind gusts pierced his skin and rattled his bones.
He was but a wraith. A ghost, drained of all passion or life.
His instruments had long broken. He merely opened his cracked lips and sang the melancholy Nolodantë, his voice but a thin whisper drifting through the air. Mourning, as a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the salt thankless Sea.
Enjoy.
He had long forgotten what it was.
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