Drabbles: The Silmarillion, part 2 by Zdenka

Rose Red

Aerin of Dor-lómin and the gift of a rose. (Aerin/OFC. Implied character death.)

That last summer before the battle, Meril plucked a red rose from a bush and dared to give it to Lady Aerin, seeing her smile and blush. Meril’s hands are a thrall’s now, rough and calloused; the roses only for them, her masters. But still she leaves daisies or a bunch of violets in secret for Brodda’s unwilling wife.

Túrin comes and goes, leaving a trail of blood and ruin. Aerin’s face is set; a torch is in her hand. Aerin is her beloved lady; though afraid, Meril will not leave her. Fire blossoms from the roof like red roses.

Chapter End Notes

Written for Tolkien Femslash Week Bingo, for the prompt:

Language of Flowers: Red Rose: True Love (O44)