Characters/Pairing: Lúthien, Melian
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
Lúthien bent over her task, embroidering white stars onto a black field, as part of her father’s device. Her mother had been quiet all afternoon, and there were creases in her brow that Lúthien had never before seen. This was Thingol’s standard, to be carried into battle.
“What are they, Naneth – the creatures that come from the north?”
Melian paused in her sewing, and Lúthien saw anger behind her eyes. “You know the tales of those who vanished, before Oromë called the Eldar west.”
“These – orcs – are their descendents…”
Lúthien shuddered, then flinched when her needle stuck her finger.