Warnings: Just sap. Sap should carry sap warnings.
Author's Note: Having set the Romance challenge, I then realised I couldn't think of anything romantic to write. I thought I'd try some people I've never really written about together though.
The flowers smelled of honey and springtime as they were ground under iron-shod hooves into the pale cobbles.
People crowded the narrow streets, watching the bright-armoured men as they slowly passed.
When a posy of golden flowers hit him in the face he caught them and glanced toward their source, halting his impatient steed.
Her gown was the same shade as the dainty flowers, her face bright. As he leaned to brush her soft lips with his own his words were no more than a whisper.
“I will be in Arnor for a month. Then I will be yours. Always.”