Silly, anxious Maedhros drabble.
"Of course he loves me! This is nonsense." Maitimo scolds himself, striding toward the garden gate.
He leans over a patch of yellow daffodils and plucks one, twirling it between his long fingers. He catches himself in time, before beginning to maim the innocent flower, in the same, silly game.
"This is getting ridiculous... What could possibly be keeping Findekano for so long?"