Exactly one hundred words. By the way, all of my drabbles are counted by MS Works.
"It's a seashell," she explained. "You put it to your ear to hear the sea."
He turned it over, tracing the swirling design, and murmured, "It's beautiful." He handed it back to her.
She cupped it in her hands. "The sea has always had my heart in its keeping," she said hesitantly, from where she was kneeling on the sand. "But now… my heart belongs to another."
His gold hair whipped about his face as he turned back to look at her.
Lothíriel silently placed the shell in his hands once more, and he enfolded her in a tender embrace.