The Twelve Days of Tolkien - Drabble Series

On the tenth day of Christmas my dear muse gave to me

Tulkas and Nessa

‘Round and round she spun on the verdant lawn, light and graceful as one of those multicolored, tiny flying beasts, those recent fruits of Yavanna’s mind, which now swirled in rainbow clouds above Nessa’s head. The light of the Lamps illuminated her face and hair, and she laughed as she danced. It was like a balm to Tulkas, so weary after many labors. She was as lithe and quick-footed as he, thought Tulkas, and equally given to joy. Yet she was also different from him, being gentler of temper and more patient of mind. A perfect complement; a perfect bride.