Eldarion was too young to care, but Arin sat at her feet and drank in stories of the Golden Wood, relaying them to Boromir who worried that the child’s curiosity would bring back sad memories.
She spoke of the autumn festivals, of crowns shaped like wreaths of golden leaves and how Galadriel charmed the fireflies to light them in a flickering dance.
He could not offer her that, but Arwen felt the prick of human tears when he knelt before her, to offer her a crown of hawthorn berries, bunches of tiny golden, crab-apples and red rowans amidst blue-black sloes.
Summary: Arwen’s memory is long
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir/Arwen
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 101 Read: 566
Published: 10 Nov 2012 Updated: 10 Nov 2012
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