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(A/N): What Erestor fears when elflings scheme~ Enjoy!
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"Good day, milady." A blonde elf bowed. "Good day to you, too." Antoinette grinned.
"Net, this is prince Legolas Thranduilion of Eryn Lasgalen. He is on vacation whilst his father takes care of trade agreements." Erestor quipped when he caught her inquiring eyes.
"Hello, would you like to join us?" she smiled at him. "We're having a picnic."
"I have been invited by Lords Glorfindel and Erestor as well, but I'm afraid I must decline. I am still very weary from the ride towards here, and Lord Elrond practically demanded that I sleep the whole day—if not, he threatens me with sleeping draught." The four laughed at the familiar situation.
"Then you best go then," Glorfindel dismissed with a chuckle.
"I hope to see you around! We can get to know each other!" Antoinette, cheerful as ever.
If she noticed how two individual eyebrows shot up, she didn't show it.
"My, it seems someone was struck~" Glorfindel teased and the prince waved and walked back to the halls. 'Riiiight, we'll see who that is~' Antoinette smiled knowingly at the Golden Captain as she thought of this.
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"She's been acting rather . . . odd, lately. Don't you think so, mellon nin?" Erestor gave the girl a worried look while she stroll the garden with the prince from afar.
"Well, she has always been kind of—"
"Shh!" Glorfindel gave a startled look as the dark advisor suddenly silenced him. "T-they're snickering!" his hushed whisper sounded terrified—only, it earned him an eye-roll from the Lord of the Golden flower. "They are still young. At least she finally gets to spend time with an elf closest to her age . . . by 2 centuries. But that doesn't matter!" He huffed. "At least, besides Noldor she's able to meet a different type of elf."
"Do you NOT understand, you walking bucket of sunshine!? They're SCHEMING!"
"Scheming?" The seneschal repeated.
"Yes, they're up to something." The dark councilor returned his gaze back to the duo—stunned to silence, he whipped back to Glorfindel. "They're gone."
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"How long will you be staying here?"
"A year or two, would that time be sufficient?"
"I think so~"
"This is going to be fun!"
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