Red, White and Gold
3. Golden Flowers
People crowded the narrow streets, watching the bright-armoured men as they slowly passed.
When a posy of golden flowers hit him in the face he caught them and glanced toward their source, halting his impatient steed.
Her gown was the same shade as the dainty flowers, her face bright. As he leaned to brush her soft lips with his own his words were no more than a whisper.
“I will be in Arnor for a month. Then I will be yours. Always.”
This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.