Book/Source: Silm, LotR
Disclaimer: Tolkien and even more Tolkien—I just packed it all into one phial
A/N: On a meta level, the star-glass pretty much contains a condensed version of the Silmarillion. I'm making it more literal here, sort of. Double drabble.
In her fingers, the glass was growing heavy with light and thought. She lifted it up, with an effort, and as she drew it out of the starlit water, it became almost as light again as before, as if the liquid light contained in it had no weight. She turned away from the reflection and towards the star itself, lifting up the phial towards Earendil, towards the Silmaril, the memory of the Light.
‘May it be a light to him in dark places when all other light goes out,’ she prayed.
She bowed her head.
Then she sealed the glass.
A/N: I'm pretty sure this has been done before. Maybe none the worse for being done again, though?