Author's Note and Disclaimer: Characters are property of Tolkien and I've made no profit from this story, save the enjoyment I had writing it… what little of it there is. I may one day expand this, but for now I hope you take pleasure in my little drabble that I have to offer you today.
Inspired by the song "Cinderella" by Steven Curtis Chapman, and dedicated to my Dad. Love you!
So I Dance With Cinderella
By Vendie
"Ada , come dance!" her little musical voice beckons. She sways in a flurry of fabric and flowers in her tousled hair, perhaps thinking if she can just show him how much fun she's having, he will be compelled to join her.
But in that moment all he can do is look upon his daughter and be in awe of her.
It is Arwen's eighth begetting day, and to Elrond, she has never been more perfect. Her laughter lights up the room in a way the music, moon, or stars can. He has seen all manner of things in his long life, but he does not believe he has truly known magic until now.
So like her mother, yet so very different, he muses. So very different from himself – made carefree by peace in the world and two older, mischievous, brothers.
The smile on his face is quite difficult to suppress. Before he can process all his thoughts and feelings, those piercing grey eyes are headed his way, sparkling with her laughter.
"Ada, you must dance!" She insists, taking his hand and pulling him from his seat.
"If my lady commands me," he replies mirthfully.
The musicians strike up a jig. Father and daughter grasp hands and begin the steps to the dance, Arwen's little feet leading the way and Elrond's heart pouring over with pride and love.