Drabbletag: Lord of the Rings - Estella/Diamond
Title: A Stain Left
Prompt: 'blood' by danachan
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Estella/Diamond
Rating: PG
Word count: 200
A/N: Assumes Merry/Pippin and a fourway domestic arrangement.
There's blood on the sheets.
It's nothing new, of course. The stains could come from many things - the lads having been a little too anxious with each other, or perhaps it's Diamond's time of the month - Stella knows it's not hers. Sometimes, it's herself or Diamond who's been a bit too hasty, or forgotten to clip her fingernails.
She gathers up the sheets and balls them up, climbs upstairs to get her laundry pail, since there aren't any servants at Crickhollow, not such as would do her laundry in Brandy Hall or one of those grand places. She sits down to scrub it - there's quite a lot of it, turns out - she frowns as it becomes apparent, and tries to remember when Diamond last had her moon-flow.
It's not until later that the lads return and deliver Diamond into her arms, looking tired and hollow and cried-out. Her sorrow grows like a stain in her chest, like an apple in her throat, and she kisses and pets Diamond until the lass looks like she's about to cry again, all the time asking, what happened, why, what.
'She was only a month heavy,' says Pippin at last, choking. 'We didn't know.'
Prompt: 'blood' by danachan
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Estella/Diamond
Rating: PG
Word count: 200
A/N: Assumes Merry/Pippin and a fourway domestic arrangement.
There's blood on the sheets.
It's nothing new, of course. The stains could come from many things - the lads having been a little too anxious with each other, or perhaps it's Diamond's time of the month - Stella knows it's not hers. Sometimes, it's herself or Diamond who's been a bit too hasty, or forgotten to clip her fingernails.
She gathers up the sheets and balls them up, climbs upstairs to get her laundry pail, since there aren't any servants at Crickhollow, not such as would do her laundry in Brandy Hall or one of those grand places. She sits down to scrub it - there's quite a lot of it, turns out - she frowns as it becomes apparent, and tries to remember when Diamond last had her moon-flow.
It's not until later that the lads return and deliver Diamond into her arms, looking tired and hollow and cried-out. Her sorrow grows like a stain in her chest, like an apple in her throat, and she kisses and pets Diamond until the lass looks like she's about to cry again, all the time asking, what happened, why, what.
'She was only a month heavy,' says Pippin at last, choking. 'We didn't know.'