Hands

Disclaimer: Mr. Baggins belongs to Prof. Tolkien; Lily to Cuthalion; both are kind enough to let me play



Hands


Love leaves its traces, in dreams, in places, in half-seen shadows and the long memory of the senses.

Though she, the healer, has held so many hands - pleading, grateful, anguished - there are but two that will forever leave their mark. Even now, with his touch but a promise through bodice, shawl and shift, Lily can imagine the paths they will blaze this night across her skin. She knows, with heart-deep certainty, that even should time take its toll of memory, still those long fingered hands will stroke and stoke this fire, this bliss that can shake the stars.