Challenge: Reflections; mirror and still water
Author: Elwen of the Hidden Valley
I don't own Elrond. I wish I did. He belongs to JRR Tolkien and I promise to hand him back.
High up the valley, nestled Elrond's solitude, where needled hawthorn screen permitted sole access to a tarn, fed from mountain snow melt.
High summer days rendered it bluebell bright, teasing him to dance upon mirror-flat floor.
Far out over its surface, granite slab balanced on hidden fulcrum, and on clear nights he would sit, poised upon its' very apex. Above him, midnight velvet heavens, thickly spread with Varda's glittering children, were so clearly reflected in still water below, that he seemed to float within their midst.
Here the Starkindler drew him to her breast, feeding serenity to his troubled soul.