Gamba didn't even feel the fruit impact him, he was so enraptured by the dance that filled his entire being. However, when the lovely, glowing, starry face that his eyes so searchingly looked into was suddenly transformed by surprise and indignation, the dance stopped, and Lassiël turned open-mouthed and flaming-eyed to accuse Cami. "You!"
Cami would have danced with glee, as the picnic slowly reacted around her. But her headache prevented it. There was, however, no mistaking her guilt.
Gamba looked up at Lassiël. "Help me, Lady, " he said hurriedly. He ran towards a barrel of pickles, and together they set it upright on the ground. Lassiël studied him with sparkling eyes. "The lid. Help me."
They got the lid off. And then together they approached the cackling Cami from behind, tackled her, and then immersed her headfirst into the barrel of pickles.
They let her back up in a couple of seconds. She glowered at them, and then laughed. "Thanks, Mistress Cami, " Gamba said. "This is as good as the Snowbattle of Laedros. It'll need a song."
By then, articles of food were flying, the dragon was playfully igniting some of them on their way through the air, and hobbits were running around trying to seouse the fires with perfectly good beer and wine. It didn't work very well.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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