“And did you make these three kraters yourself, Estel?”
“Yes, Lindir. The potters showed me how.”
“They are very well wrought. And what do you wish to do with them?”
“I want to gift them to Naneth for Mettarë.”
“She will like them.”
“But they need something more.”
“Flowers, perhaps?”
“She loves the white narcissus….”
He filled them with dirt and planted seven bulbs in each, and kept them hidden in a place Lindir showed him until the turning of the year.
“Oh, Estel! How lovely! Twenty-one narcissus plants, all blooming! What beautiful white blossoms. I so love them all!”