All Hues and Honeys by Dawn Felagund

Queen

Young Indis plays. A perfect drabble written for image instadrabbling, for this image of jars on a shelf.

Before she was Finwë's wife, Indis ran her finger along jars that chattered together.

Before she was a mother, she selected one and smoothed out sand soft as silk, glinting as diamonds.

Before she was a stepmother, the alleged architect of another's pain, she extracted the paper towers from another, creased them sharp, applied the glue with a fastidious brush, to keep the folk within safe.

Before she was Queen of the Noldor, she nestled the paper tower sturdily into sand, drew her hands away and watched it stand, and she thought she knew what it was to be queen.