True Art
Arwen cautiously sidled away from her father’s desk. She looked at her ada out of the corners of her eyes, at the same time anxiously and guiltily – and yet, there was a wicked gleam in her eyes.
Would he notice the parchment with her artwork soon? Would he like it? Or would he yell like mad?
She was not quite sure what reaction she preferred. But she waited eagerly for whatever reaction she would get.
An hour later a roar shattered the quiet of Imladris.
“WHO IN ERU’S NAME PAINTED MULES AND MONKEYS ON THE REPORT FROM MINAS TIRITH?â€