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Originally Posted by Feanor of the Peredhil
Any time I see a plain gold wedding band.
Fea
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... and conspicuously so
Now that you've mentioned it, I do feel a bit eerie everytime I see a gold wedding band and stare at it for too long. Seriously, it happens to me sometimes.
There is a time of the year when my room would be brightened up by the 4 pm sun, and I would feel like I'm in Frodo's room in Rivendel. I have a book shelf in my room which I totally adore. Thankfully, that time of the year is this time, and it's wonderful for meditation!
And there's something about the sea that makes me feel fear, if not melancholy. I generally have a slight phobia towards clouds (a mind trip cooked up by my then 6-year old self---my childhood was full of trodding into unguarded territory, physical or mental), and sometimes the sea compliments this fear, but I love gazing at the sea more than cloud watching. I can gaze at the sea alone as long as I'm under a shade, but I need someone with me when I look at clouds. But I adore clouds more than I do the sea because there is a certain depth to them. An elven thing, the thing about the sea.
We have this fruit tree at our backyard whose fruit is indigenous to our part of the world, which also happens to be my favorite fruit. Gathering the fruit (bite size little things with large seeds) made me bond with the tree. Had I been an 8 year old Tolkien-phile, I would have given that tree a name, and I would have made up stories about her (I assume that the tree's a her) walking around our backyard at night.