nonewingedangel:I walked through mists toward the sound of laughter, merriment and the songs of the
nonewingedangel:I walked through mists toward the sound of laughter, merriment and the songs of the north. The mists soon cleared, and before me lay a great chasm. Waters thundered over its brim, and so deep it was, I could not see the bottom.A great bridge made all of whale-bone was the only means to cross, and so I took it. -- source link