A Sense of History: Thálatta! Thálatta!
While he never climbs the stairs of this Elf-tower, in Lothlórien Frodo Baggins descends a flight of steps to look into Galadriel’s Mirror, wherein he first sees the sea. This post examines the view.
Prompt: star, martyr, box sunset
Long-promised, the Daeron/Míriel pairing
“Milady, if you want me to play-act as a love martyr, I have moved past extremes of emotion. It’s a comfort of death to no longer be boxed in by one’s heart.” Daeron huffed, then softened, “I have grown accustomed to contentment in your company, surprised though I be by the feeling, but there are no stars in my eyes when I gaze upon you. Or your work space. I beseech you - let me craft you a better loom than the one you currently use. It insults me. It should be like a sunset - swiftly ended.”
Míriel smiled.