Genre: Family
Rating: G
Summary: Eärwen was painting something strange – again. But anyhow, her father could not say that he did not enjoy it, although he could never say of what nature her paintings were…
Reference: "and he had also from his Telerin mother a love of the sea and dreams of far lands that he had never seen." (The Silmarillion, The Shibboleth of Fëanor.)
"The view is… unique, daughter. Where is it?"
Halting, Eärwen looked up, meeting her father's gaze. Giving him an amused smile, she said, "Somewhere out there. At least I think so."
Olwë shook his head, but he could not resist the temptation of a vacant stool set beside his daughter's own work-bench. Saying nothing more, he scrutinised her latest project as she returned to giving the painting some last touches.
It was that of a field of foreign flowers, with a distant blueish mountain as background, lit up by some light that was like yet unlike the rays of Laurellin.