An old woman remembers her first meeting of the new king.
MEFAwards 2006: 2nd Place - Times: The Great Years: Gondor Fixed-Length Ficlet
MEFAwards 2006: 2nd Place - Times: The Great Years: Gondor Fixed-Length Ficlet
We had danced, light-footedly gliding over the floor, my hands white against his black tunic. Now I am quickly short of breath, steps unsure, brown-spotted hands faintly trembling at times.
He does not recognise me. But when he entered Faramir’s chamber, bringing hope and healing, I could smell the scent, the scent of roses of Imloth Melui.
A/N:
- “The weed is better than I thought. It reminds me of the roses of Imloth Melui when I was a lass, and no king could ask for better.” (RotK, The Houses of Healing)
24.05.06 B-drabble for Dwimordene, who wished for a drabble exploring the meaning of aging.
- “The weed is better than I thought. It reminds me of the roses of Imloth Melui when I was a lass, and no king could ask for better.” (RotK, The Houses of Healing)
24.05.06 B-drabble for Dwimordene, who wished for a drabble exploring the meaning of aging.