Hm. I wonder where my parents are?

I miss my hot Half-elven boyfriend.

messenger of spring nightingale with a voice of longing

Echuir starts soon! Oh, thank Ilúvatar. Spring cannot come sooner.

I looked upon the moon, Longing to knead and pull it into shape That I might lay it on your head as a crown.

Happy humming.

When you are sad, / The mother of the stars weeps too, /And all her starlight is with sorrow mad, /And tears of fire fall gently in the dew.

Birdsong and dewdrops. Spring is here.

...One of my sons seriously just prank called me and asked if my refrigerator was running. Really, Elladan? In this Age? Glorfindel's influence I assume. And hope.

concept: laying in the grass watching the pink sunset while eating strawberries & surrounded by a bunch of pretty flowers

Positively beaming.

Ai Elbereth, it's warm. [Downs a cold glass of lemonade.]

blue Alphonse Osbert (23 March 1857 – 11 August 1939) was a French Symbolist painter.