'The sea-gift well hath throve' by Himring
Fanwork Notes
This is a drabble written for lferion's moodboard Love's Garden, which incorporates a poem (for which also see end notes).
When posted as a Scribbles & Drabbles prompt, as far as I remember, the prompt asked for different characters.
For this challenge, I have taken the liberty of setting my piece in early Numenor instead, because it seemed to fit the theme.
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Summary:
It is a bit nerve-wracking, courting a princess of the House of Elros.
Elatan of Andunie hopes he is up to her standards.
Major Characters: Elatan of Andúnië, Silmarien
Major Relationships: Elatan of Andúnië/Silmariën
Artwork Type: No artwork type listed
Genre: Fixed-Length Ficlet
Challenges: Understory
Rating: General
Warnings:
Chapters: 1 Word Count: 101 Posted on 14 January 2024 Updated on 14 January 2024 This fanwork is complete.
'The sea-gift well hath throve'
(The piece is 100 words in MS Word, although SWG is counting it differently.)
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‘This way.’
Elatan ushered Silmarien out of the backdoor and daringly took her by the hand. If the law had been different, Silmarien would have been Queen and resided in Armenelos. He so hoped she could be happy in Andunie.
‘I planted an apple grove for you and a flower garden,’ he said nervously. ‘The trees are just saplings, but the flowers are coming along nicely.’
‘Very nicely!’ said Silmarien and bent to pluck a celandine. ‘But what’s that smell?’
‘Oh. Pilchards.’
‘Pilchards?’
‘Fertilizer,’ said Elatan, reluctantly.
‘Fishy roots?!’
He realized she was teasing, when she laughed and kissed him.
Chapter End Notes
Quoting the poem from lferion's artwork, which also supplied the title:
O, I'll make my love a garden
Down by the apple grove
And in it I will straitly plant
The flowers that they loveMidst cowslips, harebells, elanor
Rosemary and clove.
And at their roots the pilchard put
My steadfast heart to proveThough fishy at the roots my dear
Desire shows above
Celandine and niphredil
The sea-gift well hath throveWith ivy twine the sweet woodbine
And we shall sing like doves
To keep your garden green my love
With pilchards plant the grove
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