Author notes: Chris says I write too many notes...
for the "Meaning Of A Word" challenge at the lotr100
edit: reposted from the defunct lotr100
She shone, rays of sunlight glinting off skin and sword in a way that made him understand he could still love fire.
He whispered a single word, then blushed as he realized he had spoken aloud, hoping she had not overheard lest she misunderstand. “Idril.”
She turned, a curl at the corner of her mouth. For a moment, he was afraid of what he had unconsciously done; she was not someone who would step willingly into some man's fantasy.
But she smiled and placed her fingertips against his lips, whispering the word back to him in a different tongue. "Beloved."