Of course Thranduil and Elara have been demanding their share of my Muse's time. No mattter that I'm in the middle of working on other things, the Elvenking and his blind mortal friend seem to consider themselves entitled to completely hijack my time, my creativity - my keyboard - whenever they darned well feel like it. So, without further ado, here is the next installment of their story - which ended up being two chapters long. The harp music was, as usual, exquisite. Elara smiled... read more
