Disclaimer: They're Tolkien's not mine
THE RING GOES WEST
"Milady…"
"King Elessar…."
"I wouldn't intrude…"
"I fail to see how... I'm in the King's gardens, after all..."
He smiles knowingly.
"I'd like you to keep this, in the hope that one day you'll be able to return it to its rightful owner…"
She receives a leather pouch and handles it with care, wondering.
"Please, tell your Lord brother that his oath's been more than fulfilled for almost three ages of this world. My House rests forever in his debt…"
The Ring of Barahir. For the first time since Celebrían sailed, a tear graces the face of the Lady Galadriel.
A/N: Of course we have no trace of this scene actually taking place, and it's a most unlikely one, since the Ring of Barahir (the Ring of Felagund!) surely was the most ancient heirloom the house of Telcontar would ever possess, but… somehow I always wanted Finrod's sacrifice to be remembered at the end of everything, and this seemed to me a nice way to show it.
Word count 100. Feb 2005
