𝕿hough he was a as a lord of the realm he did not seem to care for singing glory over Nargothrond, and less still Menegroth. Felagund loved one before the other, but more now the one. To Celegorm, to Curufin and their people, it was a refuge from flame and not the home that they had built upon the plain of Himlad. Yes, the days were warmer by Narog, but all his hunts here of foul things. He said nothing for her well wishes.

Yet then he nearly laughed. No, he gave a scoff, and even his horse stirred a bit, still not of glee but for the reason she tried after all. To bound both blind and deaf after a bird! And now she sulked that it had not waited on her.

❛ That bird had understood a danger ye did not. ❜ And in the air it had been safe from the wolves chasing her below, so much Celegorm guessed. All beings fairly created understood some of the wickedness that came from a loathsome conception, all of them if they knew not to fight it then at least to flee. That it belonged not to anything foul he knew.

In Valinor and when the Ñoldor spoke as they would he called it Laituilindo. Under the ban: ❛ Laeduilin. And if you had not seen it in your woods that is because it does not live and only travels here, and it will perch in tall trees beyond your reach and sight unless you know it there. ❜