Title: Memory in Stone
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.
Memory in Stone
He picked up the stone without conscious thought. It was worn smooth by time and now both shape and size were perfect.
Glorfindel found himself transported by memory; he saw himself showing a small, dark haired, child how to choose the perfect stone. It seemed but yesterday and yet Estel was now a man full grown and returned to his own folk.
Of course his mother had accompanied him; but Imladris was strangely empty without her.
Taking a deep breath Glorfindel swung his arm and, almost angrily, sent the stone skimming across the surface of the lake skip, skip, skip…