Insert standard disclaimer here. And since nobody can convince me that Jackson even knows who most of these characters are or what events this story encapsulates, he can hardly own any of them, now can he?

Locked in a Room in My Heart

The Hall was made ready.

Garlands of willow-boughs plaited with blue cornflowers—plucked by the young maidens as a final tribute to their beloved mistress—bedecked the exquisitely carved beams of the ceiling. Tall, white candles of moulded beeswax were set in silver sconces set atop sculpted marble pillarettes that had been brought down from the libraries on the second floor. Shirred violet draperies had been purloined from the master bedchamber in the west tower, uninhabited these many months. They now covered the walls and softened corners not usually revealed in a room where the ever-burning fire was almost always the chief illumination. No darkness would be allowed to violate that room tonight, save that most dreadful kind of all: the darkness of the heart. Even the master of the house could not banish from his home what he could not drive out of himself.

He stood now in the resplendent yet sombre room, while in a corner harps and lutes were tuned to the carefully crafted pipes, and musical voices conversed quietly. His eyes rested upon the tow great chairs draped in cloth of mithril and gold that awaited him and his lady, but his mind walked in the distant years of a happier Age.