Rating: PG - for inference
Disclaimer: Tolkien built the world - Kortirion heaped this sand-castle moment.
Painted lines whirled and twisted in a complex geometry of meaning. Here, the lineage of his father illustrated... there, the matrilineal line; each coded symbols recognizable to his people. Hours, days, weeks of lying beneath the tap tapping of the needle had engraved who he was for all to see. Others painted their histories onto dry, vellum scrolls, to be read by lamp-lit scholars in dusty, seldom visited rooms, but the kings of the Rohirrim bore their story ever with them.
Boromir languorously traced the inked lines swirling mesmerisingly over Theodred’s body.
“Teach me how to read you,” he whispered.