Postcards from Arda by Elleth

Inviolate

GG, LC, thank you.

A gentle breeze brushed the hilltop, combing the ruins...
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For B2MeM 2011, Day Sixteen: Inviolate: Lúthien finds hope on the ruined isle of Tol-in-Gaurhoth. A drabble according to Open Office.

A gentle breeze brushed the hilltop, combing the ruins and coaxing life back into the barren soil. Rising with Lúthien's song as she paced a widening circle, shoots of palest green followed her footsteps to climb through the desolation of snow and over the pocked stone that she had toppled. On the highest point of Tol Sirion, Beren was kneeling with his face toward the dawn, earth-flecked hands in his lap, by the grave of Finrod.

"Have hope," Lúthien said, and tipped Beren's head toward a first unfurling leaf in the midst of winter. "The isle shall be inviolate again."