Lockdown Instadrabbling by Lindariel

Chapter 17

Prompts:  fruit, blood, taverns, forbidden.

Findekáno walked along the makeshift path between the stalls of the Grey-Elves all striving to outdo one another in their hospitality to the newly arrived Noldor. Their offerings of fruit, flower tisanes, and vegetables wrapped in pliant flatbreads were a far cry from the savory riches of the taverns of Tirion, where he and Russandol had spent so many hours working their way through every menu, every wine, every song.

He drew his cloak closer about his shoulders against the chill off Lake Mithrim and reminded himself once again. The blood spilled in the Crossing had forbidden him those memories.