Characters: Mr and Mrs Imrahil-to-be
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
Author’s note: For the "best time" challenge.
He cooked sea-prawns for her over a little fire in a sheltered spot by the rocks. There were peaches, too, soaked in wine, grilled on rosemary twigs from the palace garden. She had never tasted such delicacies before, nor met such a man as he. He watched her lick her fingers, happy with his choice.
She always said that ‘twas his cooking that night, and not the Dol Amroth title, nor the pink pearls, that won her heart. He said ‘twas the way she’d laughed, and tucked that sprig of rosemary behind her ear, more heady and enchanting than jasmine.