Genres: Fluf, Humor, Romance
Rating: G
Summary: It was so, so, so fun teasing his beloved cousin about his first love, in Turukáno’s opinion.
Notes: In my universe, Elenwë and Amarië are cousins, and for this drabble’s sake, let us say that Elenwë found her boy first. :)
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Turukáno hid behind a tree, stifling giggles with all his might.
In the clearing before him, Findaráto was awkwardly sitting with the no-less abashed Amarië.
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“What are you carving that for, cousin?” Turukáno asked Findaráto the next week, as the latter was carving a set of delicate roses from pink marble. When Findaráto refused to answer for a handful of moments already, he scrutinised the roses further, and a smile bloomed on his mischievous countenance. “I amend that,” he said. “Who are they for?”
His cousin blushed as prettily as the pink roses he was carving, in Turukáno’s opinion.