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Title: The Dance
Author: Alex
Type: Double drabble
Notes: For Arthvaineth! I know you like these elves.
Summary: Glorfindel dances.
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THE DANCE
Glorfindel smiled as the little ones danced around Lindir as he played a lively song on his flute. They had looked forward to Lindir’s return from his visit with Cirdan at the Havens. So had Glorfindel. Erestor sat with Elrond and Celebrian, looking rather smug as he drank his wine. Glorfindel noticed that his toes tapped beneath the hem of his robes.
Glorfindel had no intentions of allowing him to sit there all night and he rose and crossed the room to where the dark haired elf sat.
“Come dance with me, counselor.” He held out his hand.
Ererstor looked panicked and shook his head.
Lady Celebrian took the proffered hand. “Then *I* shall dance with him.”
When the two had moved onto the dance floor, Elrond turned to Erestor. “You missed your chance again. What are you waiting for?”
“He was just being nice.” Erestor never took his eyes from the two elves gliding around on the dance floor.
Elrond snorted.
“What is it?” Erestor turned to Elrond.
“He has done everything but beg on bended knee and still you act like a silly maiden.”
Erestor smiled at Elrond. “He will. He will. Then I will accept.”
Elrond laughed.
~end~
Author: Alex
Type: Double drabble
Notes: For Arthvaineth! I know you like these elves.
Summary: Glorfindel dances.
~~
THE DANCE
Glorfindel smiled as the little ones danced around Lindir as he played a lively song on his flute. They had looked forward to Lindir’s return from his visit with Cirdan at the Havens. So had Glorfindel. Erestor sat with Elrond and Celebrian, looking rather smug as he drank his wine. Glorfindel noticed that his toes tapped beneath the hem of his robes.
Glorfindel had no intentions of allowing him to sit there all night and he rose and crossed the room to where the dark haired elf sat.
“Come dance with me, counselor.” He held out his hand.
Ererstor looked panicked and shook his head.
Lady Celebrian took the proffered hand. “Then *I* shall dance with him.”
When the two had moved onto the dance floor, Elrond turned to Erestor. “You missed your chance again. What are you waiting for?”
“He was just being nice.” Erestor never took his eyes from the two elves gliding around on the dance floor.
Elrond snorted.
“What is it?” Erestor turned to Elrond.
“He has done everything but beg on bended knee and still you act like a silly maiden.”
Erestor smiled at Elrond. “He will. He will. Then I will accept.”
Elrond laughed.
~end~