Earwen in the summer sea
Credit where credit’s due: Finrod’s nickname was inspired by MJ’s adorable art of Elwing catching minnows.
I tried to pick a less sad prompt today!
Also, for the purposes of this story, Orodreth is a son of Finarfin and Eärwen, and all five children were born fairly close together—Finrod’s the elvish equivalent of 10-ish, while Galadriel is not yet walking or talking, and the other three are spaced out more or less evenly between.
If you prefer, read it here on AO3.
My darling, you too are floating in the sea of my heart,
Let the sound of my song follow the breeze,
blowing open the curtain of your window,
Let my love follow the flowing water,
endlessly pouring out its feelings for you.
The sand was soft and warm where her feet sank in; Eärwen curled her toes for the simple pleasure of it. She would have a host of new freckles by the Mingling—but the heat of Laurelin felt too nice, too perfectly balanced against the coolness of the sea where she stood waist-deep, to seek shade.