Disclaimer: Tolkien owns them, I just take them out of the box for a play occasionally.
Author's Note: For the 'Lost' challenge. A little bit of ever so slightly angsty sap.
Debris littered the room, cast about by frenzied hands. Here a stack of books, haphazard and yet mindful of the precious tomes. There a pile of clothes, crumpled and creased. Amongst the mayhem a small form moved, ever searching.
“Little brother? What doest thou?”
“I cannot find it - it’s lost!”
“What is lost? Calm yourself”
The boy stopped before his elder.
“My ring. The ring that mother gave me.”
His eyes gleamed as he saw what the other held. Emerald eyes on golden serpents.
“You must be more careful - such things should not be lost.”
“I will. Thank you, Elrohir.”