Disclaimer: Tolkien wrote it all, I just embellish.
Author's Note: For the 'orange' challenge, which is surprisingly... challenging.
The girls weave bright flowers into their hair, the broad blooms like fire, and dance upon the bare earth, their pale dresses flowing, their faces lifted to the warm sun.
She laughs joyously as the young girls braid the orange daisies through her golden tresses; he watches her curiously, smiling at his bride’s happiness but bemused by the strange ceremony.
“We call these ymbglidegold.” The White Lady plucks one flower from her hair and places it in his hand. “They turn to face the sun, as a bride turns to face her husband. They’re to bring us luck – they’re Marrygold.”
Note: Ymbglidegold is the old