Tengwar: To The Letter by cuarthol

Ungwë (spider's web)

One thing more to ask.
(No warnings.  Drabble)

The wire was spun so fine as to resemble thread, hung with myriad crystal dewdrops which in turn twisted the light into a dazzling waltz across the silver web.  In the center was mounted an onyx with eight slender silver legs.

“Breathtaking,” Nerdanel whispered as Fëanor drew the piece over her shoulders to clasp it behind her neck.  Her fingertips traced the lines of it as it settled lightly over her breast.

“I shall make for thee whatever thy heart desires.”  

The words tickled her ear, sending shivers down her neck.  “Then when wilt thou make for me a ring?”