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Note: Late, sorry!
There had been a time...
... when twilight stretched endless, stars spattered in milky array across an eternal night. He remembered the brilliance of Wilwarin’s wings and Menelmacar’s belt shining and Valacirca swinging sickle-edged, a northern warning. White in the grass beneath Eglador’s grey branches bloomed the night-flower niphredil, springing up under Lúthien’s feet.
Fishing for starlight in the Esgalduin’s shimmering depths. He remembered that too.
And now –
– the stars faded nightly into glimmering pinpricks, extinguished by day –
Below rushed the Bruinen, foam-flecked in the summer sun. “I preferred twilight,” admitted Erestor. “Melinna laughs at me. But now everything is illuminated.”