Silver bangle
The first piece of jewellery Lothiriel ever received was at her presentation to the royal court of Dol Amroth. Prince Imrahil, proud father to three sons and now a daughter (a fact that the people of the coast realm rejoiced relentlessly in) held the small infant in his arms. The first princess since the birth of Lady Findulas some forty years ago was greeted cheerily by Dol Amroth's people.
The babe –oblivious to the commotion her birth had caused- slept peacefully on, as her sire welcomed her proudly into the family of coast lords.
On her tiny wrist glistened a bangle of Elvish Mithril with a small pendant in the shape of a water-lily. It was custom for children of Dol Amroth to receive silver bracelets each equipped with symbols to represent their name. The three crown princes who were standing next to their father looked curiously up to their new sibling. Each prince sported a silver bangle that resembled the Mithril band around their baby sister's wrist.
Now, twenty-three years later, the new Queen of Rohan – the first queen since forty years- stood proudly next to her Lord husband, Eomer of Rohan. In his arms lay their newly born heir, Elfwine. The household of Meduseld had gushed over this long-awaited arrival. Maids and guards alike swooned over the handsome child who would later be known as Elfwine the Fair.
Soft tufts of black hair peeked out of the richly embroidered woolen blanket that served to warm the child in the chilly winter air. As the people of Rohan proudly declared their allegiance to the new prince, Lothiriel stepped closer to her husband. She covered her son's arm with the soft fabric of the blanket as it had slipped through the folds.
Suddenly, the babe's tiny hand grasped her fingers tightly. She felt his warm hand in hers for a moment, relishing in the feeling of being close to her family. Upon tugging Elfwine's arm back in his blanket she felt a hard band around his wrist. Eomer followed her incredulous gaze with anticipation as she inspected her son's arm anew. A tiny bangle of Mithril adorned the prince's wrist from which a miniature pendant of a racing horse dangled in the wind. An old custom, long forgotten combined with the symbol of the Mark- the queen smiled broadly as she traced the silver bangle tenderly with her fingertips. She then looked up to her husband. Her eyes, misty with tears, locked with his dark ones. Before their lips touched in a tender kiss, she whispered a teary "Thank you."