Characters: Young Faramir, Boromir
Warnings: Too cute, maybe?
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed for 100 words
Tiny wriggling legs disappeared under a moss-covered rock.
“What was that? A baby dragon?” Faramir whispered excitedly. The startling gleam of red amidst the dark wet leaves had attracted their attention to the vernal pool.
“Probably an eft, a young salamander. Aren’t dragons green, anyway? And why would a dragon be in a mudpool, here by the Anduin?”
The seven-year-old loremaster surveyed his brother solemnly. “A baby dragon, whose blood is new, and hot, would glow red and yellow. Water would cool it, as it grew, turning it green and gold . We have seen a great wonder today, brother.”
Author's Note: A stretch, maybe, but surely our budding adventurers had some opportunities to explore the woods near the Anduin. Inspired by my own fruitless search for red efts in the woods tonight.