Challenge: Writing: Poem
Summary: Finrod is having a little trouble.
No Words
Finrod reread his finished verses. He growled, balling the parchment and aiming for the opening door.
Orodreth neatly caught the projectile. "I thought you'd like to come hunting, but I see you're busy."
Finrod snorted. "It's this poem honoring Amari . I cannot find the words!"
Orodreth unfolded the parchment. "This is terrible," he chuckled. "Might I suggest, brother, that you would honor her better with your harp?" He held out the intrument.
Finrod sighed, but took it. "This doesn't feel right, either," he grumbled.
"Perhaps, but she loved it," Orodreth said pointedly, tossing the poem on the fire.