SheBit (shebit) wrote in tolkien_weekly,

Flesh, Cities, Trees and Cloth

Title: Flesh, Cities, Trees and Cloth
Author: SheBit
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.
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