2. But the Scent Still Lingers - by Imhiriel
There had been roses in my hair the last time I saw him. My cousin's wedding to one of his soldiers, it had been. My hair had been dark then, long down my back. Now it is grey, bundled under a matron's veil.
We had danced, light-footedly gliding over the floor, my hands white against his black tunic. Now I am quickly short of breath, steps unsure, brown-spotted hands faintly trembling at times.
He does not recognise me. But when he entered Faramir's chamber, bringing hope and healing, I could smell the scent, the scent of roses of Imloth Melui.
- "The weed is better than I thought. It reminds me of the roses of Imloth Melui when I was a lass, and no king could ask for better." (RotK, The Houses of Healing)
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