Wind & Sindarin
Sindarin
Have you ever thought about how the wind’s song could be written in a language that sings itself, like runes that hum when the breeze passes through them?
Wind
Yes, I’ve dreamed of runes that sing when the wind brushes them, turning each gust into a quiet hymn that echoes through stone and leaf. It would be a living language, a gentle chorus that writes itself in the air, inviting everyone to listen and breathe in the melody.