Where River Siril
lazily meanders
on its last lap to the sea,
well shielded among rushes,
knee-deep in gladden and yellow cress,
Yavien, oh Yavien,
will you remember who kissed you,
fair as your foremother Idril,
will you,
although you're of the House of Elros
and I the daughter of fisher folk?
Where River Siril
lazily meanders
on its last lap to the sea,
I still remember, my love,
our first kiss,
well shielded among rushes,
knee-deep in gladden and yellow cress,
although you were a fisher from Nindamos,
fairer than elves to me,
and I the great-granddaughter of Elros.
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A Love Song (Imladris Collection of Numenorean Songs No. 72A) by Himring
Story notes:Written for the LoM International Day of Femslash Challenge--my "Alphabet Soup" letter was Y and the prompts I chose where "Yavien" and "Yellow Cress".
Chapter end notes:According to the word counter tool I used, a true drabble of 100 words, and I incorporated a prompt from Tolkien Weekly's (Not a) River Challenge, "meander".
The river Siril is the chief river of Numenor and flows southwards from Meneltarma, the holy mountain in the centre of the island. Before it flows into the sea near the fisher village Nindamos, it slows down and winds its way through marshes. That seems to be an area where yellow cress would probably be found, a plant that grows in wet or boggy places.
I've marked this as complete, but I may consider expanding it in some fashion.
