Middle Earth Miniatures

This is a little Droubble-offspring of my tale Winter Fire (and no, there is not a single Mary-Sue with knowledge of the books included!) *grins*

Bread and Marmalade

“...and then you add the hypericum oil... and don’t forget to shake the flask before you use it.”

The herbmaster bowed over the table, his grained hands moving in the warm, yellow circle of the lamp. The woman stood on the doorstep, watching him as he handed the flask over to the young apprentice.

Then they were alone, and Ioreth set down the tray she carried.

“Here’s bread, Mardil”, she said, „and some of our home-made marmalade. You should eat something.”

I love you her gestures said as she prepared the snack for him. I don’t care for your oblivion any more, and I’ll never make jokes about your wool-gathering again. And if you drop something, I will bend and pick it up for you.

And you are as beautiful as ever, his gaze answered as he thankfully took the first bite. I don’t care for your wrinkles or for the lost color of your hair. For me you’ll always be the small, young thing with the dark eyes and the nimble feet I first met forty years ago.. He smiled. My tartly blackbird.

Their eyes met and they smiled at each other – the Herbmaster of Gondor and his wife.