ondolindë

As the early rays of the sun gently kissed the earth, illuminating the world with a soft golden hue, a sense of tranquility filled the air. The sky above was a canvas painted in hues of blue, adorned with wisps of cotton-like clouds that seemed to dance effortlessly.

Summer days rarely were as insufferable as winter days in the fair city of Ondolinde, but they still happened. Particularly that day, where Anar hit the city with the brightest rays seen that year, and for once the winds decided to blow in the opposite direction from the valley, making it worse. It was unusual and Sinilatamo wished he had remained in the cool confines of his house. Instead, he let his betrothed drag him for a stroll, as she claimed that he would otherwise become "lethargic".