Nothing longer is in decent shape so...
May. 31st, 2004 10:50 pm...I grabbed my copy of LotR and flipped it open, hoping for inspiration. This drabble is the result:
Gift
Three fragile strands of golden hair, braided together as gently as a goldsmith twists the wires of a brooch, wrapped around a button of wood, tucked into a pouch that once held lesser jewels, and hung from a thong that lies beneath his armor, so that the pouch falls near his heart.
I do not tell him that his ring of hair is the same size and shape as the Ring which Frodo carries next his skin. It is enough that I can see his eyes and remember why it was that once my people and his shared our lives.
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Gift
Three fragile strands of golden hair, braided together as gently as a goldsmith twists the wires of a brooch, wrapped around a button of wood, tucked into a pouch that once held lesser jewels, and hung from a thong that lies beneath his armor, so that the pouch falls near his heart.
I do not tell him that his ring of hair is the same size and shape as the Ring which Frodo carries next his skin. It is enough that I can see his eyes and remember why it was that once my people and his shared our lives.
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