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 wordcounter.net.) Many thanks to curouswombat for looking this over. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
Celeborn paces restlessly through the Court of the Fountain. He needs to move to ease his worry, wants to run, ride, anything, but the stones and walls of the city feel like a prison.
Halting at the White Tree, which is slowly coming back to life, he looks up at the stark, white, tower. For once, he is not worrying about his lady, but their granddaughter.
How would she cope, cut off from what made up her life for so long? Would she climb up there at times, to look out for her beloved trees?
Love was a dangerous thing.