Midwinter 2020 Instadrabbling by Lindariel

Chapter 9

Gondolin, 508.  Prompts:  mother, drunk, evil, turn.

"Mother of Stars, here is an evil!" intoned Glorfindel, casting a theatrical eye at his young friend. "Someone has drunk up all the milk and left nothing but plum juice." He reached for a silver pitcher and waved it toward Eärendil. "Will you have a cup with me?"

Idril thundered into the dining room. "Glorfindel! He drinks milk with lunch, not juice."

Glorfindel held out the empty ceramic jug to her, smiling innocently. "There is no milk in here. Really, Idril! Look and see."

"That is a remarkable turn of events," she admitted after inspecting the jug. "Juice for everybody!"