Title: Star Spangled
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.
She picked up the cloak again and held it to her face. It was soft and smelled of herbs and, somehow, of sanctuary; and each breath took her back to Imladris.
Glorfindel had said she should have a winter cloak of deepest blue, sprinkled with diamond stars, to represent her name. But she had laughed and said that would be too frivolous for a lady of the Dúnedain.
Now she remembered a walk in the garden whilst snow was falling, the flakes on her shoulders catching the lamplight, when he had smiled and said that, clearly, nature agreed with him!