A/N: Random idea that came to mind. Double-drabble.
Melin le = I love you
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Wind buffets two young Elves—walking, now breaking into a run across the green grass of the valley. They stumble, falling into a small, laughing heap on the plantations. The boy stands, and produces a young redwood sorrel from behind his back. Hands stretch out to offer the girl the white blossom. She laughs a sweet, young, immature laugh, takes the flower, and gives him a light kiss. The boy's cheek reddens as he mumbles something to her. The light of Laurelin turns their hair (both a shining gold) into a dazzling play of ochre fire as the girl leans in to give the boy a warm hug. He returns it enthusiastically.
Soon she takes his hand and leads him down to a bright river glistening with cool, aquamarine waters. They sit on the bank, washing their tired feet in the current, exchanging smiles and comments about the wonderful world. Butterflies flutter around them, beating dainty, colourful wings for their amusement. Birds sing lovely tunes in the sky, soaring gracefully over their heads. The girl rests her head on the boy's shoulder. She whispers in his ear, in a contented murmur.
"Melin le, Findaráto."
He smiles, replying, "Melin le, Amarië."