A First Festival in Middle-earth
The chatter of insects and frogs sings music to my ears as they welcome the darkness this clear night. The delightful sound of many elflings fills the air as they gather with the adults to enjoy the music and dancing.
The joy of celebration echoes among the trees.
Savory smells fill the air. My mouth waters in anticipation of the succulent food. Meat ripe on the bone dripping in sweet red elven wine begs me to indulge. This is indeed a rich harvest abundant in life.
This will be my son's first festival. I look over at him across the bushes as he crouches impatiently, fairly drooling in anticipation of the feast before our eyes.
We will devour it all, eating until we can eat no more and then save the rest for later.
It would be a pity for any of it to go to waste.
At last our captain gives the command. Arrows fly as we leap into action. My young Uglug will taste his first elf tonight.
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Author's Note: No elves were harmed in the writing of this story – that came later.