She woke up with a headache; Lullaby Taylor remembered drinking the sweet wine that tasted of wildflowers, among four other bitter wines. She remembered feeling alive and happy, and she remembered the elven king, singing her to sleep.
Looking around her room, she found it empty. Thranduil had gone. Sitting up slowly, she held her head, trying to soothe the ache.
"Drink this," came a soft voice; she wasn't sure if it was ringing in her ears, of Thranduil's words from last night when he told her to drink the wine. Her eyes hurt to open.
She felt a smooth glass slide into her hands, and soft hands guide it to her mouth. The warm green tea was refreshing.
She forced her eyes open; Thranduil sat in front of her on the bed. His blue eyes met hers.
"Good evening," he greeted.
"I slept all day?" she asked slowly, taking another sip of the tea. "That wine really knocked me out."
Thranduil gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "The fact that you lasted an entire night awake, having had four glasses of elven wine, is nothing short of incredible." He smiled at her. "I was told you had three glasses before I found you outside, where we shared a glass. That much wine is known to knock an elf down, and you are but a mortal human."
Lullaby finished off the tea, and held her head. "Don't remind me of how mortal I am. Do elves even have hangovers?"
"We call them wine aches," Thranduil said then. "And yes. Even elves get hangovers." He took the empty cup from her hands, placing it on the table beside the bed. "Would you like to go for a walk with me? Perhaps it would help you clear your head."
Lullaby nodded. "Of course. Might help my headache."
She pulled her heeled boots on, and followed the king."
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
