Post by Admin on Jan 1, 2021 5:08:13 GMT
Author: Raiyana
Ranking: 3rd place
Summary: Curufin has invented a new technique for gem-cutting and is eager to show off...
Rating: T
Characters: Curufin and Curufin's Wife
Warnings : None
“Is it not beautiful?” he asked, holding the gemstone high so the light coming from the Mingling would catch in the carefully crafted facets, spreading a brilliance of light within his workshop.
“Beautiful as its maker,” she replied, laughing when he startled, looking at her as though she was the odd one between them.
“Shining with light like you do,” he replied, for once letting her compliment go unopposed – a victory, of sorts, in their courtship, and well worth the blush that stained her cheeks in return.
“It spreads the light it finds in abundance in your hand,” she tossed back at him, just to see the way his ears reddened at her praise. Once he had sought – coveted – the praise of another, but she knew the sweet smile only her excitement brought now, and seeing it always reassured her of his love for her.
She was not disappointed, the quill posed above her parchment left to linger unused as she took in the view.
The dark hair that would be so soft against her fingers seemed almost raven-black and covered in shimmering bands of colours where the shine of the gem hit it.
His eyes, often so veiled as to be unreadable, glowed with the pride of a project well-executed.
And his hands, used to the finest tools and materials, seemed softened somehow, the callouses she knew so well worn away by the softness of the light.
“Sometimes,” she whispered, softly enough he might not even hear her, “you half break my heart with loving you.”
Ranking: 3rd place
Summary: Curufin has invented a new technique for gem-cutting and is eager to show off...
Rating: T
Characters: Curufin and Curufin's Wife
Warnings : None
“Is it not beautiful?” he asked, holding the gemstone high so the light coming from the Mingling would catch in the carefully crafted facets, spreading a brilliance of light within his workshop.
“Beautiful as its maker,” she replied, laughing when he startled, looking at her as though she was the odd one between them.
“Shining with light like you do,” he replied, for once letting her compliment go unopposed – a victory, of sorts, in their courtship, and well worth the blush that stained her cheeks in return.
“It spreads the light it finds in abundance in your hand,” she tossed back at him, just to see the way his ears reddened at her praise. Once he had sought – coveted – the praise of another, but she knew the sweet smile only her excitement brought now, and seeing it always reassured her of his love for her.
She was not disappointed, the quill posed above her parchment left to linger unused as she took in the view.
The dark hair that would be so soft against her fingers seemed almost raven-black and covered in shimmering bands of colours where the shine of the gem hit it.
His eyes, often so veiled as to be unreadable, glowed with the pride of a project well-executed.
And his hands, used to the finest tools and materials, seemed softened somehow, the callouses she knew so well worn away by the softness of the light.
“Sometimes,” she whispered, softly enough he might not even hear her, “you half break my heart with loving you.”