'The sea-gift well hath throve' by Himring  

'The sea-gift well hath throve'

(The piece is 100 words in MS Word, although SWG is counting it differently.)

‘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 love

Midst cowslips, harebells, elanor

Rosemary and clove.

And at their roots the pilchard put

My steadfast heart to prove

Though fishy at the roots my dear

Desire shows above

Celandine and niphredil

The sea-gift well hath throve

With ivy twine the sweet woodbine

And we shall sing like doves

To keep your garden green my love

With pilchards plant the grove