Characters; Two Ithilien Elves.
For the 'Condition' challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
It was summer. The long winter and short spring were both past and, in the warm sunshine, Tindómë felt indolent; her condition made her too lethargic to do more than lie against her husband’s chest and simply ‘be’.
He combed her hair; the act as much a token of love as the comb itself. Her breathing and his strokes became synchronised, as one.
“Will you comb my hair like this when the time comes?” she asked him.
“Of course,” he answered, “if it will help.”
“It will,” she said. “And I will be beautiful when our son first sees me.”