Snippet: LotR, "Gauntlets"
Fah on people who promise to poke me to finish stories and bring me plot bunnies instead.
The White Tree arced overhead, shining soft silver in the grey light of dawn. He stood beneath it, unshod feet on the barely-sprung grass, and set his hands upon the trunk. When he tilted his head back, he could follow the line of the trunk until it disappeared behind a veil of new blossoms.
The short tunic left his shoulders and arms bare. Between elbow and wrist, an old pair of gauntlets - oil heavy and worn - covered skin gone to gooseflesh in the early morning chill.
The gauntlets were an anachronism - he may as well wear a battle helm or his sword in the garden. The gardener and his guards exchanged an odd look when the soldiers trailed him down the path. But Elesser knew the reason, as he knew the hour that had set his feet on the path that led here, to the new grass under the White Tree.
Fah, I say.
The White Tree arced overhead, shining soft silver in the grey light of dawn. He stood beneath it, unshod feet on the barely-sprung grass, and set his hands upon the trunk. When he tilted his head back, he could follow the line of the trunk until it disappeared behind a veil of new blossoms.
The short tunic left his shoulders and arms bare. Between elbow and wrist, an old pair of gauntlets - oil heavy and worn - covered skin gone to gooseflesh in the early morning chill.
The gauntlets were an anachronism - he may as well wear a battle helm or his sword in the garden. The gardener and his guards exchanged an odd look when the soldiers trailed him down the path. But Elesser knew the reason, as he knew the hour that had set his feet on the path that led here, to the new grass under the White Tree.
Fah, I say.