Disclaimer: These characters belong to Tolkien. I make no money from this.
The river ran in a blue-green torrent around her ankles; spring still had frost in its kiss. Éowyn lifted her feet out of the water and folded them into the warmth of her skirt.
Some wounds will never heal, and boundary lines around old secrets can’t be crossed.
But other things could be explored and learned...over a lifetime.
Touch...a language to be learned; the long and the short of it, the soft and the firm.
He had a galaxy of freckles and battle-scars across his shoulders; to be explored close up, or from a distance...like a star map.