“Where are you off to so early?” Anaire was in her dressing gown, while her daughter was already dressed, quiver on her back, boots laced, ready to go.
“Hunting with Celegorm and his brothers,” answered Aredhel, slightly impatient. “I must hurry or they will ride off without me.”
“Is Fingon going with you?”
“My brothers are still asleep,” answered Aredhel with a wry smile. “Do not worry; Maedhros will not let any of us get hurt, and Orome usually accompanies us.”
Anaire sighed and shook her head. “Alright, but be home by supper. And no kissing any of them.”
“Why would I do that?” wondered Aredhel as she left the house.
“You will find out soon enough,” worried Anaire once Aredhel disappeared into the stable.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Aredhel; Anaire