4. Arwen's Woe - by Agape4Gondor
Did they not notice? She sat, day in, day out, the embroidery needle in her hand, stabbing the thread through the fragile fabric. It screamed, as she could not, as the needle dove into its very being.
Stab, then pull the thread through.
She watched them ride out, their calls loud and boisterous, as she remained behind. She listened to the gossip of the brave deeds they did, saw the wonder in her maidens' eyes.
Stab, then pull the thread through.
She cried out to join them. Her eyes, though dry, burnt with the same fire as theirs. Her heart withered inside her. She knew only endless sorrow.
Stab, then pull the thread through.
They killed Orcs; she could only stab fabric until her fingers bled. No one noticed.
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