Characters: Arwen, Celebrían.
Disclaimer: I am not J.R.R. Tolkien and I make no money from this.
Note: Following on from this drabble and these drabbles, and therefore thoroughly frivolous. Um.
Side-Plots Involving Mutual Respect
“– and so the dust blew away and all the Men saw the dragon cub!” finished Arwen. “That’s what Erestor said, anyway. And they would have torn it apart, Melinna told me, if not for the urchin – but is it true?”
“Is what true, dear?” said Celebrían, adrift in the heavens stretching blue beneath her fingers.
Her daughter pouted. “You aren’t even listening. About what happened!”
“My dear, how should I know? I wasn’t there.”
As Arwen stalked huffily away, Celebrían shook her head fondly and reached for a skein of cloud-white wool. What an utterly absurd tale. Whirlwinds in Bree!