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Title: Missing
Rating: G
Pairing:(if there are any) Well, I guess Imrahil/his wife (who I call Ainaelin) is rather implied...
Summary: Elphir has lost something treasured for generations.
Warning:(if there are any) I'd blame El and Doug entirely, but J.R.R.T. deserves some credit, too.
Elphir entered his father’s chambers at a dead run, a frown of certain doom upon his face. “I can’t find it.”
Imrahil started. The half-wild bushes outside the window were in full bloom, attracting ample distraction for him in the form of an irregular avian chorus. “Surely it must be somewhere within the grounds.” This was hardly the first time members of the Line of Amroth had gone looking for it, but it still surprised Imrahil to find some of the locations it turned up. Over a tree branch, beneath a chair, buried with his sisters’ old dresses…
“Here we are,” Ainaelin said, emerging from the laundry.
Elphir scooped up the treasure from his mother, throwing his spare arm about her knees in gratitude. “Blankie,” he sighed contentedly, rubbing the frayed fabric between his fingers.
Rating: G
Pairing:(if there are any) Well, I guess Imrahil/his wife (who I call Ainaelin) is rather implied...
Summary: Elphir has lost something treasured for generations.
Warning:(if there are any) I'd blame El and Doug entirely, but J.R.R.T. deserves some credit, too.
Elphir entered his father’s chambers at a dead run, a frown of certain doom upon his face. “I can’t find it.”
Imrahil started. The half-wild bushes outside the window were in full bloom, attracting ample distraction for him in the form of an irregular avian chorus. “Surely it must be somewhere within the grounds.” This was hardly the first time members of the Line of Amroth had gone looking for it, but it still surprised Imrahil to find some of the locations it turned up. Over a tree branch, beneath a chair, buried with his sisters’ old dresses…
“Here we are,” Ainaelin said, emerging from the laundry.
Elphir scooped up the treasure from his mother, throwing his spare arm about her knees in gratitude. “Blankie,” he sighed contentedly, rubbing the frayed fabric between his fingers.