Two rings of silver and a sword...
The ring on the chain dangled from his hand, sometimes hitting against another ring, a much simpler ring of woven silver leaves.
He had only been able to dig it out from his pack when he'd gained enough strength to move about, unable to ask his brother to do it for him, for fear his voice would crack upon requesting it.
He stared down at both of them, nudging them with his finger and watching them swing back and forth, back and forth, like a pendulum. The ring, silver leaves of different styles, had been her brother's, and before that her father's, and before that... and on and on. He had been told the full line, as far back as she could remember it, and when he closed his eyes he could still hear her recounting it, in her own voice. Softly, carefully, with respect and reverence for each name. She had always been reverent. To the land, and her people, to the stories she had memorized. To her kinswoman, to the elves, and to him. Her husband.
( Am I not enough? To keep you here... and happy )
He had only been able to dig it out from his pack when he'd gained enough strength to move about, unable to ask his brother to do it for him, for fear his voice would crack upon requesting it.
He stared down at both of them, nudging them with his finger and watching them swing back and forth, back and forth, like a pendulum. The ring, silver leaves of different styles, had been her brother's, and before that her father's, and before that... and on and on. He had been told the full line, as far back as she could remember it, and when he closed his eyes he could still hear her recounting it, in her own voice. Softly, carefully, with respect and reverence for each name. She had always been reverent. To the land, and her people, to the stories she had memorized. To her kinswoman, to the elves, and to him. Her husband.
( Am I not enough? To keep you here... and happy )