Prompt/Challenge: Prompt #1 - Flower Notes: Disclaimer: J.R.R. Tolkien and his heirs, as well as New Line Cinema and other parties, own all that is "Lord of the Rings". No money is made, and no rights are claimed, by the author of this drabble.
Simbelmynë
The fields of Rohan swayed in the breeze, twilight gilding the crops yet sinking the valleys into darkness.
Théoden knelt at Théodred's tomb, his hand sheltering a blossom. His tears flowed freely.
"Uncle." Éowyn touched the trembling hand.
"When my time comes, will you hold one simbelmynë as you sing for me?"
Éowyn took the king's hand and kissed it reverently. She picked the flower and held it to her cheek, letting a tear saturate the blossom, then gave it to Théoden. "Now I need not sing for a long time, uncle, and we may delight in life together instead."