Fifi Wickentower
Having been roused from her reverie by she knew not what, Linfea Nensule follows in the wake of increasingly strong air currents and found that they lead to the outskirts of the very place she had been wondering about: Alqualonde, fair city of the Teleri King Olwe, and home to some of her swan friends.
Ahead of her she sees the source of the disturbance and a partial answer to the mysterious scents brought by the eddies and currents of the breezes.
She recognizes a dragon . . . one far from places the draco usually inhabit . . sunlight glinting blue off one scale. It almost appears to her to be ready to crash into the very sea itself: she sees it flying lower and lower and closer and closer to the shores of Alqualonde, and she sees, running almost fast as a wind, Olwe, followed closely by Nole the Sailor. From the other side, Linfea watches as Apakenwe hurries closer and halts as the King himself, Olwe, reaches out to the fallen dragon, which, from the halting gait of the dragon, appears to be injured. Surely it must be desperate for an Ancient such as the one she watched to consider making land let alone contact with mortal or elf.
She is not unfamiliar with dragons: she has an affinity to all creatures that fly and is no stranger to the many dragons that inhabit the places known to the Keeper of the Ocean Winds.
Linfea moves forward, considering whether she might be needed. She waits silently, lest she interfere in any way. Curious, she muses to herself the likelihood of a dragon purposely allowing the 'little ones' to even know of his (or her) existence, and wonders what must be the mission of a dragon in these parts.
"I will tarry here a short while and see if I can learn more. What caused injury and how came the Ancient to even come this way? And also I sensed the presence of one of the beings our Aule saw fit to bring forth: the short hairy ones that rarely are seen on the surface. Once again there are odd happenings."
Ahead of her she sees the source of the disturbance and a partial answer to the mysterious scents brought by the eddies and currents of the breezes.
She recognizes a dragon . . . one far from places the draco usually inhabit . . sunlight glinting blue off one scale. It almost appears to her to be ready to crash into the very sea itself: she sees it flying lower and lower and closer and closer to the shores of Alqualonde, and she sees, running almost fast as a wind, Olwe, followed closely by Nole the Sailor. From the other side, Linfea watches as Apakenwe hurries closer and halts as the King himself, Olwe, reaches out to the fallen dragon, which, from the halting gait of the dragon, appears to be injured. Surely it must be desperate for an Ancient such as the one she watched to consider making land let alone contact with mortal or elf.
She is not unfamiliar with dragons: she has an affinity to all creatures that fly and is no stranger to the many dragons that inhabit the places known to the Keeper of the Ocean Winds.
Linfea moves forward, considering whether she might be needed. She waits silently, lest she interfere in any way. Curious, she muses to herself the likelihood of a dragon purposely allowing the 'little ones' to even know of his (or her) existence, and wonders what must be the mission of a dragon in these parts.
"I will tarry here a short while and see if I can learn more. What caused injury and how came the Ancient to even come this way? And also I sensed the presence of one of the beings our Aule saw fit to bring forth: the short hairy ones that rarely are seen on the surface. Once again there are odd happenings."