Warning: This drabble contains bullying.
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15.) Dance
Story: Frodo and the Woodland Realm
Word Count: 478
The sun climbed down and the moon came out in full. Frodo looked out at the balcony, as he changed into a blue set of clothes. Yes, he could definitely see the bright moonlight. It was beautiful. He sighed, doing all he could to keep his composure together, but it was hard. How was he supposed to do this? He looked out the balcony one last time before leaving his room.
He closed the bedroom door and followed a few elves into a pavilion, where the party was taking place. Already, there were elves dancing and getting drunk. Thranduil and Legolas were present, talking with some citizens. Frodo walked up to them, determined to speak with someone.
"Thranduil," Frodo nodded to the Elven-king, before facing his elven friend. "Legolas. You enjoying yourselves?"
"Tell me, my friend, do you see any hobbits here?" Thranduil asked with a smirk.
Frodo looked around. There was no one his height. Oh, if only he could interact with the elves better. Maybe become an elf himself. Yes, that sounded like a brilliant plan!
"Oh look! He looks just like us!" One of the elflings cried, pointing to the hobbit. To Frodo's surprise, some elves laughed at him. Frodo couldn't take this. He had to leave and find somewhere less crowded.
He looked at Thranduil for help, "Why are they laughing at us?"
"Not us. You." Legolas said to Frodo, stunning the hobbit.
"What?" Frodo asked, concerned. "Legolas, if they're laughing at me, then maybe I should go."
"Can't you have some fun?" Legolas whispered, pulling him off to the side. "I mean, come on! It's not that bad."
Frodo sighed. He wasn't going to let one dance ruin his evening. And yet, he had to do something!
"Wish me luck," Frodo said, charging towards the elflings and telling them, calmly, "Could you please stop laughing at me? Unless you wish to laugh at something hilarious, I don't think it's wise to point fingers or call people names. Do you understand?"
"What's a Halfling doing here?" One of the elfling boys asked, rudely. "We thought you were extinct! The last time a hobbit was here, it was sixty-four years ago, or so we were told. What happened? You get stuck somewhere on your way home?"
"Maybe home is where you need to be right now," an elven teenage boy shoved past the elflings, making himself taller than the hobbit. "Go home, before you cause trouble!"
"This party is for everyone, not just you—" Frodo was cut off. The elven teen boy slapped him so hard across the face that he almost fell. He looked up as the elven teens laughed at him. What did he do to deserve this? He needed to leave before someone got hurt again. He looked at Thranduil and Legolas one last time, before departing out of the room.
