Lockdown Instadrabbling by Lindariel

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Chapter 12

Prompts:  tarry mischance pearl embrace.


The elfling in his embrace wriggled as he put her down. "I must not tarry, hinya. Master Círdan wants to send these with the messenger, and I must pack them quickly," explained her father, shoving pearls into leather pouches while counting on his fingers.

"But I am not ready to let them all go," she protested.

Her father paused a moment, considering. He knocked one of the pouches askew, spilling many pearls. "Ah, such a mischance!" he sighed, gathering them again save for one. "There, got them all!"

He turned his back, thinking "what is one pearl less to Doriath?"


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