Fingon acquires a bird mask sometime during the celebrations, but throughout the festival it's his new harp that he takes wherever he goes. At first it's just to learn, to hear the songs of Thedas and begin to pick them up, but soon he's improvising on his own and sure enough in his repertoire to busk in Lowtown's crowded streets.
But late into the nights, when many of the revelers have sought their beds and the rest are too hungover to care, the songs he turns to are the ones he knows best. He fills those last hours with the music of Arda, and of Elvenhome in the West, and for a few moments lets himself miss home.
Fingon
Fingon acquires a bird mask sometime during the celebrations, but throughout the festival it's his new harp that he takes wherever he goes. At first it's just to learn, to hear the songs of Thedas and begin to pick them up, but soon he's improvising on his own and sure enough in his repertoire to busk in Lowtown's crowded streets.
But late into the nights, when many of the revelers have sought their beds and the rest are too hungover to care, the songs he turns to are the ones he knows best. He fills those last hours with the music of Arda, and of Elvenhome in the West, and for a few moments lets himself miss home.