Title: Golden Flowers
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
He picked up the knife and, holding it by the blade, he turned it to and fro so that the pattern on the handle caught the candlelight; silver inlaid with simple gold flowers.
It had been a gift, of course. Gilraen had given it to him after she had watched him wielding a fighting knife for the task. Like the giver it was beautiful, practical, and not overly adorned.
Picking up the quill again he used the pen knife for its intended task. Perhaps, he thought, he would write after all for, then, he could look forward to a reply.