Disclaimer: Tolkien’s epic world-building – Kortirion’s merest footnote
They were good bees’ wax candles, solid, fragrant, the best the chandler had to offer. It meant he knew the timings and could divide them accordingly with fine strands of red linen, each decreeing the watches of the night… when he’d ring the bell for the sleepy guards to be replaced by newly woken men.
He himself would be replaced by his deputy, and his, time and time about…
One of the Citadel’s traditions, and proudly upheld… but his hand trembled as he lit the first flame, for outside Minas Tirith greater flames gathered and maybe none would sleep tonight.