A/N: A bidrabble as counted by Microsoft Word.
In Gondolin there was a white stair that led to a wall. The wall overlooked the city, and beyond that, gazed east to the Encircling Mountains. Fountains stood on either end of the wall, serenading the city with the sweet, sparkling tones of water.
Soft humming came from the wall as the sun neared the horizon, unseen but felt. Ecthelion sat there in a crenel, leaning casually on the white merlon to his right. Below him, Glorfindel leaped up the stairs, taking two at a time in his haste. He paused at the top for a brief instant, then fell forward into the crenel to the right of Ecthelion and sat there, as unafraid as his friend of the sheer drop behind him.
There was silence for a time, save for the humming, the fountains, and the first calls of the morning birds and the people below as they awoke. After a while the humming faltered, then stopped.
"You were very nearly late today."
Glorfindel laughed in reply. "But I was not."
Ecthelion laughed as well. "True."
The humming began again, this time in two voices.
And the sun rose slowly in the east, as if responding to the song.