Geese and a Violet by Himring

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Postscript: A Tanka

The speaker here is Huntress during her time in Edhellond (before she connected with Naurthoniel again), looking back on the time spent together with her in Himring.


Winds blew ever cold;
on my wrist your stained fingers
remained hesitant.
Only my wrist remains warm,
here in the south among kin.


Chapter End Notes

This was written for a prompt at kimaracretak's commentfic meme "Bring her bleeding heart to me" in February 2021. The prompt was a very open prompt for Silmarillion dark femslash by Zdenka. How dark this poem is debatable, but "stained" alludes to the Kinslaying.


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