- seedling, last, rekindle, shadow
The Kin-strife cast a shadow over all of Gondor, but after ten years into Eldacar’s Restoration, peace has time to take root. People’s livelihoods were rekindled. For instance, in Ithilien the seedlings of new trees were beginning to bear fruit, replacing the vast orchards burnt during the war. At last, Lalaith hoisted the travel pack on her shoulder, setting off for Minas Arnor. Somewhere in that city were the survivors of the Garden Watchers, the secret agents of the kings. Túrin and the others awaited her. Stubbornly, she knew she could find them. Hope was like the serotiny of seedlings.
- binomial, chocolate, world, tree
“If I write the binomial out, I can compare the slopes and find where to add the next gate – the sluice mechanics in the Thirty-Fifth Wing might be small enough to retrofit into the space. Construction cannot continue until I solve this problem, or we face a world of complications and setbacks.” Durin chewed at the end of his stylus.
Daeron doodled a tree in the margins of his own notes, writing mathematical equations above each branch for the angles, perfectly accurate for all he seemed to eyeball. “Remember when your mathematics were simply dividing chocolates? Alas, maturity suits you.”
- star, martyr, box, sunset
“Milady, if you want me to play-act as a love martyr, I have moved past extremes of emotion. A comfort of death, to no longer be boxed in by one’s heart.” Daeron huffed, then softened, “I have grown accustomed to a feeling of contentment in your company, surprised though I be by the feeling, but there are no stars in my eyes when I gaze upon you. Or your work space. I beseech you – let me craft you a better loom than the one you currently use. It insults me. It should be like a sunset – swiftly ended.”
Míriel smiled.
- dim, clash, rough, wind
It was a truth tacitly accepted by those with any degree of familiarity with all the children of Fingolfin that the second son was the friendliest by far of his siblings, without the haughtiness and standoffishness that caused clashes and dim expectations of their capabilities as independent rulers, the only one to eschew rough manners for grace and courtesy. Turgon was amiable with everyone, for he genuinely loved company instead of shunning the populace for solitary pursuits or the exclusive companionship of the other royals. The sigh of sorrow at his disappearance passed like a dark wind through the North.
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