Challenge: Celebrate - Death
Author: Erulisse (one L)
Book/Source: The Lord of the Rings
Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sandbox, I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me. No money, profit or non, is made from the publication of this story.
She groaned, only one hundred years old, but I feel like one thousand. I ache everywhere. She took the clothing into her arms and left her house.
“This cloak is warm, Imogen. Please, take it. A gift from me to you.”
“’Tis too fine for the likes of me, Lady Gilraen. ‘Tis fine wool.”
“It’s elven-made and will keep you dry all winter. Please. I have no more use for it.” After much coaxing she left, the cloak draped over the stool behind her.
In a similar manner the next days passed. Within a fortnight, her grave had been prepared.