Characters: Nanny & daughters
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine
A/N: A direct result of this drabble by just_ann_now
News of the City
I looked up from the note Mag had somehow contrived to send. “They are recovering in the Houses,” I said simply.
Dínen and Caliniel looked as if they would burst into tears. Though grateful to Mag’s thoughtfulness and unutterably relieved that my husband and son lived, I could not help but worry. How badly injured were they?
“We are going Minas Tirith,” I decided abruptly; my daughters gaped at me, disbelieving. “Go, pack – only what is necessary, mind you.”
I re-read the note as they darted away. Do not believe every tale you hear.
What did she mean by that?