[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Aimé danced around blithely, roaming through the gloaming of Dol Gaurgauroth. He was feeling far chirpier now: after all, he was leaving this miserable place tomorrow. He spied a centipede on the ground and did a little jig around it, calling out 'Hey! Hey! Mister Centipede! Won't you dance with me?' Yes, Aimé was in a very silly mood.

He spotted a mouse hiding behind a tree and, jumping out in front of the poor thing, scared it off into the gloom, all the while shouting 'Come back! Come back, Mister Mouse! Won't you dance with me?' Yes, children, he really was being very silly indeed.

Then something made Aimé jump: a flash of red in the thicket. What could that be, he thought. Centipede, mouse, if the pattern continued, it must be something like....a fox! Yes, that would do. For the time being, Aimé quite forgot that foxes belonged in the Shire and not Mordor; he was just so used to dancing with foxes, you see. Aimé cackled, delighted with this horrendous joke he had just made.

But he stopped and held his breath. He heard a voice, and a humanistic voice at that. What could it be, he thought. As he ventured toward the source of the vocals, he felt a growing unease within him. Snapping out of his silly mood completely, he tip-toed up to the thicket, and peered between the trees. Then, he gasped in consternation.

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Stealing through the trees with a majestic and highly dangerous speed, Aimé made his way back to the village. Frantically, and looking totally bewildered, he practically crashed right into a group of villagers. "Alli!" he spluttered.

They just stared at him as if they'd never seen him before. After a few seconds (though it seemed like all eternity to Aimé) Sai spoke to him: "Alli was just around that corner a few minutes ago. Aimé, dear, are you alright?"

Too flustered to address her properly, all Aimé could do was shout back "No! I...er...what it is...maybe...another time!" And as soon as he said it he realised how uncultured he must have appeared but he just had to grimace and get on with the task at hand. He sped round the corner, and came face to face with Alli and Wilhelmina, one of whom suddenly looked quite fearful, the other of whom just looked weirded out.

"Alli" Aimé said, between glances at Wilhelmina. "Alli, it's....it's....I love you." The young lady looked astonished for the tiniest instant, and then it dawned on her.

Again, though it seemed like forever to Aimé, Alli had actually been very professional. She quickly broke into a smile, and said "I love you too, Aimé!" She took Aimé's hand which caused him to get slightly lost in the moment, until he finally regained control of his faculties and hurriedly led her towards the trees, that mysterious gloaming, straight past a fair number of the villagers.

Wilhelmina ambled over and joined the group, laughed, and muttered something about youngsters.