grumpycatanthir: (oi)
Caranthir Carnistir Moryofinwe Feanorion ([personal profile] grumpycatanthir) wrote in [community profile] faemused 2019-01-29 01:28 am (UTC)

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"My Lady Haleth."

He says gravely, unpinning the cloak and setting down his burden.

"As promised, for a season my folk have patrolled the Road and left your people in peace, and I have not hurried nor harried you and yours, allowing you the time to grieve, and to build for the future. My scouts have brought word that the Haladin prosper, and I am glad."

He pauses and then almost-shyly nudges the parcel towards her.

"I understand that amongst the Beornings, the dark of the year is celebrated with a festival they call Yule. I do not know if your folk celebrate the same, but it came to me to offer a gift all the same, as acknowledgement of your successes."

The oilskin parcel unfolds to fabric, rich and heavy, died in colors to suit Haleth and her people, embroidered in metallic thread in the patterns of the Haladin. A dress, thick and warm for the winter, sleeves neat and close rather than impractically flowing, skirt wide enough to ride or to fight in, not so long as to drag. And a cloak to go with it, the clasp worked in bronze, polished to a high sheen.


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