This was a piece of groupwork we had to do in class..but guess who ended up doing it? No points for correct guesses! It's kinda figurative. Based on Luthien. Read and decide for yourself what I'm saying.

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The moon cast its pale glow over the slumbering world, coating everything with a shimmering layer of silver. The silence around was interrupted only by the soft flutterings of moths and birds, and the rustling, whispering leaves. There was the soft, sweet song of the nightingale, a distant hoot from an owl. The small stream that ran through the forest glowed like molten silver. The white flowers around shone, their intoxicating scent winding its way up to the canopy.

Dense shrubbery parted beneath soft stepping feet as pearly droplets of water fell from the star-strewn vaults above. A cave loomed in the distance as more and more rain fell, gently, soundlessly hitting the large broad leaves.

Lightly, quickly, the feet danced into the welcoming warmth of the cave. Darkness shrouded the opening in the rocks, yet the dainty satin slippers danced further in, pressing lightly on the sandy ground, then rising and leaving no imprint of what had just trod there, fleet, soundless as ever. Slender fingers ran over rock rough and still heated from the warmth a long summer's day had left in its wake. Had there been light, of a flickering torch or otherwise, the walls would be gleaming, crystalline, glittering, beauty only nature and time could create - Menegroth, the Thousand Caves.

The dance slowed into a walk, softly padding on, dreamlike. Going on for a long time. And still the feet stepped down then rose, leaving no print, no mark. On, ever on, never faltering, never changing in pace.

Then, borne on a warm breeze, once again the smell of lavender, rose, wild herbs and flowers. Moving air caressed the face, billowed out the pale blue shift, the raven black hair that was black as a moonless night.

Now there was a faint light. Steady, yet weak, not flickering as a torch would. The beauty of the cave became revealed. Fine-veined stone, layer upon delicate layer, shining light from flecks of adamantine, mingled with blues, greens, pinks. Rose-hued columns of agate, shimmering stalacites and stalagmites. Another draught found its way onto the cavern, the scent of wild plants, fresh night air. The light grew stronger. To the far right, the source of the light, the breeze became revealed. Flitting faster again, the feet danced out to the opening, back into the moonlit glens of the forest, the rustling, sighing leaves, the moon a round amber disc in to skies above.

Soundless, weightless, ever dancing on....receding into the distance.

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