The introductions had been made, and the party begun. Elenna stood next to Glorfindel.
"I would rather face an army of Uruk-Hai on foot than stand here and act ladylike."
"I know, my love. So would I." They discussed all of the repulsive and painful things that would be preferable to the party until they were interuppted by the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas.
"Well, hello, Glorfindel! It's been a while since Rivendell! And who's the pretty little lady?" The handsome blond elf leered in Elenna's direction. "Is she yours? Can I borrow her?" Glorfindel choked back a laugh.
"How about it, kitten? Would you like to dance with me? I've been a long time alone in the wild, and a pretty girl like you would make me feel all better!" Elenna fought the urge to spit in his eye. Unfortunately, she knew what her obligations were.
"Of course, Prince Legolas. I would be...honored." Glorfindel started to choke-laugh again, and Elenna shot him a look of pure, unadulturated venom before she let Legolas lead her onto the dance floor, his arm a little over-tight around her waist.
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