Characters: Celeborn, Galadriel
Disclaimer: Oh dear me, Tolkien would never want to claim this -- but he does own the characters, story, etc. I merely borrow and twist.
Author's note: For the white challenge. Quite silly and lacking depth.
Yes, even Elves quarrel after the lights go out.
Celeborn fluffed his pillow. “It was a lie. A gift you can only pretend to grant.”
Galadriel sighed, bracing for one of those nights. “Only a small lie.”
He snorted. “White Lady, white Ring, white lie. You’ve gone color-blind, dearest.”
There it was... the gauntlet.
“What would you tell him? There will be no help...? No comfort in the dark...? Or would you give him hope, and ask for a miracle?”
Celeborn grumbled beneath the coverlet. “Wasn’t yours to give away... full of my favorite cream cordial...”
“Yes – for the hundredth time -- YES, I know. I’ll commission another phial straightaway.”