tanaquiljall

^^^ *points upwards to significant number* ^^^

*grins*

So,

phyloxena had a prompt from The Children of Hurin. She wanted to know why Turin grew to dislike Doriath so.

Day 100

Bonfire of the Vanities

These fine elven-lords sit at ease in their guarded halls. Eating their fill, drinking rare vintages, singing songs that do not look beyond the fences protecting their illusions.

Outside these sheltered groves, thralls starve, thirst, hear no music but the rhythm-chants of slaves and the crack of whips.

These things trouble not my elven friends. The suffering of others is naught to them, though they tell themselves they play a part in the battle against the Dark, according to the wisdom of their King.

Short are my years. I will not let them slip by in bond to others' vanities.