Winterlights by Elleth

Lights Within

For prompt #16: Christmas lights. Galadriel and Melian spend an afternoon together.

Dresses lie crumpled at their feet, while the winter sunlight through the ceiling window of Melian’s chambers slants in evening gold, a hue spearing Galadriel’s heart with unbidden memory.

And Melian reads hearts easily, especially beloved – and wounded – ones. “I also remember Aman,” she says, “the bells tolling, the lights upon Valmar’s domes, the Gardens of Lórien… but I would not miss the freedom of the world. And if I yearn…”

"… it lives in your very being, my Queen," says Galadriel, and Melian runs a hand through Galadriel’s hair. "And in yours – do you not see?"