Tengwar: To The Letter by cuarthol

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Quessë (feather)

Unsung heirlooms
(No warnings.  Drabble)


The fabric, once a vibrant blue, had faded into a pale autumn sky.  The golden silk trim had little loops of pulled thread from being snagged again and again.  The elbows were patched thrice over.  Now the hem had torn at the corner, shredded into a feathery edge.

“Tsk, take this old thing off,” Andreth chided.  “I know not why you insist on wearing it still.”

But she did know; their father’s tunic, gifted by Nóm when Boromir inherited the title of Chieftain, it’s worth beyond mere cloth.

Andreth would mend it again, adding a sister’s love to its stitches.


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