Took

By Zimrahil Glistening mounds of strawberries were carefully tucked into a sturdy basket, swinging from Faramir’s arm. The clotted cream had been devoured straightaway, and besides, the fruit was ripe enough to be delicious on its own. One should never waste clotted cream. In the distance, his friends laughed, tossing bits of moss at each … Continue reading Entwives Chapter 1: The Old Forest