Author: Linda Hoyland
Word count: 100
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
Eldarion felt dreadfully thirsty. His mother had insisted that he visit the dyer's house
with her, but it was hot and he was bored. There was nothing to see bar rolls of cloth
and vats of dye. Suddenly he espied a beaker of delicious looking red juice.”May I
have a drink?” he asked.
“Yes,” Arwen said absently.
Eldarion drank from the beaker. “It is vile poison!”he cried, his mouth dripping
scarlet. ”Help, naneth, I'm dying!”
“You shall not die,” said Arwen. “I hope, though you have learned a lesson in caution.
That “juice” was a dye made from squashed beetles!”