New Challenge: Epic 80s
This month's challenge features hundreds of fresh prompts from the bodacious decade of the 1980s.
Drabble
She slinks her fingers under his blanket, cold against his skin. Even without opening his eyes, he knows that she has just come inside, the scent of fallen leaves and the autumn breeze lingering in her hair.
“Since when does the Lord of Rivendell sleep naked?” she breathes into his ear, stroking his hair out of his face “And in the afternoon?”
“Does my lady have objections?” he asks, turning around with a smile.
“None at all, if you will share your blanket with me”
The question why she was outside dressed in nothing but her cloak, he leaves unasked.