Source: Houses of Healing, and after
Disclaimer: Tolkien created Middle-earth and all its denizens – bar this one.
Cochineal – she shook the jar... was there enough to dye some new leathers?
She slapped the lid on... Foolish vanity! ...And strode away.
They’d ride to battle soon – one they might not win...
But... He would be king!
She exhaled slowly.
That die was cast long ago. The Elf Queen had seen their fates – to criss-cross as warp and weft, but never entwine like...
No – no jealousy – too late for that! Theirs was a tangled web...
She looked at her hands, stained red.
There’d be more blood... more dieing...
Dammit! She’d ride out too!
...And wear red to his coronation!