Whimsies by Grundy

Wruxled

Irissë glared at her tutor.

“You made that one up,” she said crossly.

Or threw it in just to see if we were paying attention, Artanis suggested.

While it wasn’t odd for them to have never heard a word, it was strange that they hadn’t been able to find it in the lexicon the Lambengolmor had been compiling.

“I most certainly am not,” Rumil sniffed. “It is an old word, no longer in use.”

“Then what does it mean?” Irisse demanded.

“No one is sure,” Rumil replied.

I bet Uncle Naro knows, Artanis snorted.

Good. We’ll ask him at dinner.