Drabbles: The Third Age by Zdenka

To Weave the Garlands of Repose

Lothíriel’s love for her garden is returned. (Lothíriel/Yavanna)

It is not easy to grow a garden by the seaside. Ever hopeful, Lothíriel coaxes forth daisies, bright sea-roses, and climbing vines to adorn the stone of Dol Amroth. It is not only stubbornness; she loves her small garden devotedly, without limit.

Lying on her back among the flowers, watching the clouds like puffs of cotton, she drowses and dreams of a woman tall and golden-haired. “Because you have loved growing things, you will have my love,” she says, and her body presses pleasantly against Lothíriel’s.

Lothíriel blushes when she awakes, and the grass touches her cheek like a caress.

Chapter End Notes

Written for the Silmarillion Writers' Guild/Silmladylove Tolkien Femslash Week Bingo, for the prompts:

Crack Pairings: Lothíriel/Yavanna (O43)
Four Words: limit, daisies, cotton, hopeful (O43)

The drabble title is from the poem "The Garden" by Andrew Marvell.