Midwinter 2020 Instadrabbling by Lindariel

Chapter 8

Tirion, Year of the Trees 1405.  This piece immediately follows my "In Guarded Lands and Sunlit Glades."  Prompts:  children, unlikely, discovering, weird.

Itarillë squealed "there you are!" and launched herself at Artanis. The Ambarussa began shouting for cake.

"Unlikely!" laughed Eärwen. "Dinner before cake, children."

Artanis laughed too, hugging Itarillë. "Happy Begetting Day!" she said. She looked around the room to see whether the family were all present. Discovering her uncle in a corner staring fixedly into a silver bowl filled with water, she forgot about the party entirely. Their weird encounter before the party returned to haunt her. Had Fëanor noticed her vision in the water?

Fëanor raised his head, regarding Artanis more closely than she liked. She shivered, turning away.