The Green Dragon

[the real findorfin]

“So, my old friend, what have you been doing?” Fin asked Don.
“Many things my friend, but lately I have been staying at our Kings court, Thranduil has not changed in generosity.”
A swift pained look crossed Fin’s face but it was gone so fast, that only Celeb managed to see it. “I wonder what that was about?” she thought, listening to the two great friends chatter away.
“Have you won the princess Mithrilae’s heart yet, Don?”
“Not yet, but it will be mine.2 Both elves laughed at this seemingly well known topic.
“What is this then,” Celeb asked.
“Thranduil’s daughter, the princess Mithrilae won Don’s heart many years ago,” Fin explained.
“Unfortunately, I am no closer than I ever was to winning her’s back,” Don sighed in mock misery.
“Oh dear,” Celeb fell sorry for her new acquaintance. “Well at least I’ve found someone,” she thought happily, leaning onto Fin’s arm.
A surprised smile crept onto Don’s face and he smiled knowingly at Fin, “I see you have found yourself someone though.”
Fin shrugged, “what can I say1”
“Alas, for now I am alone in my hunt for a lifemate!” Don clasped his face in his hands and assumed and expression of the upmost terror.
“Don’t worry,” Fin said, “I’m sure there’s an elf maiden around here for you. There are many beautiful ones about.”
Celeb’s body tensed slightly at Fin’s statement, but relaxed as he whispered, “though I have already caught the most beautiful.”
Donlammenion turned and surveyed the room, “Fin was right,” he thought, 2there are a lot of lovely elves in here!”