Disclaimer: Well, nothing that's actually Tolkien's is named herein, but it's inspired by his works.
Author's Note: For the 'white' challenge. I know I haven't been around much lately, but here I am with a white drabble. It has many interpretations, so see it as you will, and feel free to ask who I thought I was writing about.
Rest your head upon my breast, my love. Let white skin pillow you as you drowse. Pale arms hold you from the chill without: snow falls, white and crisp, but here, with me, you are safe, and ever shall be.
Let not my gentle kisses rouse you, my love, but dream of white cities; white trees; graceful towers of pearl and silver.
The white linen about your shoulders will give way to richer cloths; my arms to beaten steel. But for now, my love, my star, my hope, rest your head upon my breast, and dream of what will come.