Source: RotK – Houses of Healing
Disclaimer: Tolkien created the original - this is just a doodle around the edges.
Momentarily, her chest tightened, her senses spun... too much of the sleeping smoke the healers used... or too little sleep...
She coughed, but the dry throat remained... glancing up – he was still looking. Her face warmed – he knew she’d been staring, and now he knew, she knew! He smiled – that lazy, earnest smile... how many years, since...?
Her stomach suddenly felt hollow... I should eat.
Trenchers of bread and cheese were left in the hallways for the healers to snatch in passing - as she reached, his arm brushed hers.
“You’re late!” she blurted out.
He bowed... still smiling.