Title; Farewell, My Lovely.
Characters; An Ithilien Elf.
For the 'Plait' 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.
On a whim he worked a plait into her hair and then threaded flowers through it. So many times he had done this, over the years, and this would be the last time; at least with her. But he wanted her to look her best; her and all the others.
So much they were leaving behind, accompanying their Lord to the West, so much they couldn’t take and, today, though he loved her, he would hand her to another. Trade her for gold to use when they landed.
“You will be well,” he whispered, “for the Rohirrim love their horses…”