Wayward Sons: 2. Part One: To Sing the Sun In Flight  Reader
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Flight  Part One: To Sing the Sun In Flight  'Wild men who
caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they
grieved it on its way . . .' Dylan Thomas  Thranduil heard the
door creak open, the scrape of Galion's soft shoes upon the
stone floor, and the clink of a tray being set upon the bedside
table. "It is time to awaken, Sire; I have your tea . . ." His
voice trailed off, no doubt at the sight of the empty bed.
"Sitting in the dark, my Lord? This is not good."  "No light,"
Thranduil muttered, hearing the scratch of the tinderbox.
"Nonsense." Thranduil heard a sniff of disapproval as the candle
flared, revealing the glass of wine in his hand. "We need to get
you dressed, Sire. The sun is up and there is something outside
that you must see."  Thranduil shook his head and laughed
bitterly. "Galion, the word 'must' is never used to kings. Now
put out that light and leave me.