Picnic At The Bonfire Glade

[Marileangorifurnimaluim]

In the deep shade beyond the glade, a pair of eyes watched the gathering.

Solemn they were, and patient. They took in the little people, already laughing and dancing, chattering like birds on a summer's morning. And the elves, ah, yes, the glistening elves, shimmering like stars, their voices like rainfall! The eyes widened briefly at the Nazgul, looked thoughtful at the curious barbarian, reverently handling his simple basket as if it were made of spun gold. Hmmm.

Those eyes watched, waiting still. They had grown very doubtful about this party, once it was read there would be no coffee. Or chocolate for that matter. Hm.

A piece of paper fluttered into the trees in the direction of those eyes, catching in the branches. Odd, how only one tree of so many was stirred by that breeze...