Súlimëo Quentar: March Stories by Elleth

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Compromise

Maedhros, Idhlinn, and some banter among friends. A drabble according to Open Office.


"I have no time for festivities, there is work to be done," Idhlinn said curtly.

"It is a social event. What will my guests say if my esteemed Master Healer is not present for the harvest celebrations?"

Idhlinn carefully measured clear, needle-like crystals into another container.

"The weather is lovely," Maedhros coaxed.

"Menthol," she countered. "Thirteen Easterlings have contracted chest infections and coughs. Chest rubs and teas to make, you see I am busy."

"Virtuous excuses remain excuses. Join the feast when you are done here?"

"Very well," she grumped, eyebrows rising. A pregnant pause, then both burst into laughter.


Chapter End Notes

Written for the following prompts:

O70: Festivals: Harvest; Four Words: social, weather, virtuous, thirteen; Injuries: Cough


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