What was that, an elf, a dwarf, a gnome? A half-guessed figure half-seen through a tunnel of rock. An endless stairway that could be descending from Rivendell, Lothlórien or perhaps escaping from the lands of Mordor to green Ithilien beyond. Where will this creature lead me? Where will I go today? I hurry, for he is fleet.
Or is it “she”?
I take up my pen and paper, poised to venture out into a new world of imagination, smile, and start the flow of words to take me to those stairs, to see that figure to know the adventure beyond.
A little different today – a story about creating a story :)