I'm trying to get back into drabble writing and also into this challenge. (And wow - it's been two years nearly to the day that I posted my last contribution - I hope I remember all the posting rules right!)
Book/Source: Silmarillion & HoME
Disclaimer: This is a work of transformative fiction based on JRR Tolkien’s creation, done purely for enjoyment. No infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Notes: (100 words according to my Scrivener.) Many thanks to curiouswombat for looking these over. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
They call him the Silver Tree.
Everybody assumes it is because of his height and his graceful movements; sort of tree-like.
She loves him for it, that he knows. She says he reminds her of Telperion, and that Silver Light shines out of him.
He cannot tell, obviously, nor would he ever have attributed something so sacred to his humble self, for he does not perceive himself to be anything special.
Smiling, he recalls his childhood and his mother naming him thusly, for he would forever be high up in one tree or other, and refuse to come down.