He took the harp from his back, and sitting do…

He took the harp from his back, and sitting down against the steep walls of the mountain, he began to sing that ancient song that would not leave him alone. He began softly, picking the tune on the strings hesitantly; but soon the song took hold of his voice and hands, the music surging through him; and his voice swelled over the wasteland, angry and defiant, loud and clear. His fingers fell onto the harp-strings with determination, and over his anger he felt a certain satisfaction at having brought some beauty to this desolate realm.©
The tempered steel by Lyra

Fingon

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