Elenna was beginning to lose her temper. She had led the dwarven army deep into the forests of Lorien, and their leader, Therin, had not stopped questioning her and squabbling with her.
"So, do you have any plans for this battle of yours, elf?"
"Nothing I feel the need to share with you here and now, dwarf."
"REspect your elders, lassie." The dwarf drew himself up to his full height of 4'4". His face grew redder and redder under his beard as she laughed at him.
"What, lass? Do the elf maids not respect their elders, then?"
"You are not my elder, good sir. I am 1789 years old. You should be respecting ME! I am well aware that leading this army is not what you would choose to be doing, but you have your orders, and those are to obey mine."
"Obey you? Why? My orders were to obey the commander of Rivendell's army, not some jumped-up elf maiden with a sword."
Elenna rolled her eyes. "Why does everyone have such a hard time believing that I am commanding Rivendell's army?"
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