Drabbles: The Silmarillion, part 2 by Zdenka

Poet's Crown

Elemmírë leaves her bed in the middle of the night to finish a poem. (Elemmírë/Lalwen)

Written for the drabblechalleng LJ community. The prompt was this photograph (a close-up of a person's hands holding a pen and writing in a journal).

Lalwendë awoke to see Elemmírë writing busily at her desk. It was a fair sight: Elemmírë's eyes shining with inspiration, her lips moving silently, her golden hair silvered by Telperion's light.

Smiling, Lalwendë slipped from the bed. She took a jeweled hairpin and twined it into Elemmírë's hair, then another. Caught up in her writing, Elemmírë barely noticed.

At last Elemmírë straightened and set down her pen with a sigh. She blinked and put her hand to her hair. "Lalwendë, what did you do?"

"A crown of stars for you, my poet!" Lalwendë said laughingly. "Now come back to bed."