Soft grass under my feet; gold-green dappled light. The air under the trees still, unstirred by breath of wind.
The silence almost thrums in my ears.
I turn, and catch my breath at his beauty. Not an Elven beauty, nor yet the beauty of the lad – for yes, he was beautiful then – blurting out his boyish adoration, but the valour and strength of a man full-grown; not just man, but Man, Mortal. And yet...
As his eyes meet mine, I know that he, too, senses the moment, and I know my destiny. I shall indeed be as Lúthien.
Originally written for the January 2010 Birthday Workshop for Princess of Gondor's birthday.
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