Celeborn was not the only one who was surprised to see Artanis dance with Galathil. Artanis's brothers were also surprised, or, well, shocked.
"Orodreth, look!" Finrod pointed at the dance floor.
Orodreth stopped staring at Lúthien and looked at the dancing Elves.
"Well, what is-"
"Artanis is dancing with that lad."
"Lad" was not exactly a right term, for the "lad" was years older than their sister was, about the twin's age.
"Yes! That is- strange."
Finrod nodded. "Yes it is! She has always ignored men who courted her. In fact, she's always been- a little rude with them."
A short laugh of Orodreth.
"Indeed; But she- she seems to even enjoy it!"
"Yes, you know, I saw him ask her, and I thought she would answer him on her "polite, yet stern" way that "she does not dance with every lad that asks her". Yes, our Artanis's ideas of politeness…" Aegnor laughed.
"And still, I think-" Angrod muttered. "Maybe he even manages to do something we cannot- Tame Artanis!"
Finrod laughed. "Well, aye, whatever, but it's is not her habit to act like this…"
But Artanis herself was surprised too.
As Galathil had kneeled down before her, her first idea had been to say her usual thing "I am sorry, Milord, but I do not dance with every man that asks me to. Goodbye." She always said it on such a cold and stern way, that the man who'd asked her, felt uncomfortable for the next two weeks. But this time… She looked into Lord Galathil's grey-green eyes, and suddenly, she thought "Oh, why not, he doesn't seem to be that bad…" so she had stood up and danced.
She did not regret it. He was a wonderful dancer, and he was very friendly and handsome. He was the tallest of all men in the palace, save King Thingol, and he had wonderful silver hairs. He was more handsome than his brother, the Lord Celeborn. She knew his name, for Princess Lúthien had told her. Well, maybe he was slightly less handsome, but he had wonderful, clear grey eyes, and suddenly, while dancing with Galathil, she thought "I want to talk to that man once.", though she did not know why.
But he clearly already had someone to talk with. At dinner, and also on the dance floor, he was accompanied by a slender Elven-maiden, about her age, with wavy silver hairs, light brown eyes and a merry smile. Eleniel, she knew, a distant cousin of him. "Probably his fiancée." she thought, though Lúthien had not told her something like that. "Well, whatever, this man's nice enough…"
"Orodreth, look!" Finrod pointed at the dance floor.
Orodreth stopped staring at Lúthien and looked at the dancing Elves.
"Well, what is-"
"Artanis is dancing with that lad."
"Lad" was not exactly a right term, for the "lad" was years older than their sister was, about the twin's age.
"Yes! That is- strange."
Finrod nodded. "Yes it is! She has always ignored men who courted her. In fact, she's always been- a little rude with them."
A short laugh of Orodreth.
"Indeed; But she- she seems to even enjoy it!"
"Yes, you know, I saw him ask her, and I thought she would answer him on her "polite, yet stern" way that "she does not dance with every lad that asks her". Yes, our Artanis's ideas of politeness…" Aegnor laughed.
"And still, I think-" Angrod muttered. "Maybe he even manages to do something we cannot- Tame Artanis!"
Finrod laughed. "Well, aye, whatever, but it's is not her habit to act like this…"
But Artanis herself was surprised too.
As Galathil had kneeled down before her, her first idea had been to say her usual thing "I am sorry, Milord, but I do not dance with every man that asks me to. Goodbye." She always said it on such a cold and stern way, that the man who'd asked her, felt uncomfortable for the next two weeks. But this time… She looked into Lord Galathil's grey-green eyes, and suddenly, she thought "Oh, why not, he doesn't seem to be that bad…" so she had stood up and danced.
She did not regret it. He was a wonderful dancer, and he was very friendly and handsome. He was the tallest of all men in the palace, save King Thingol, and he had wonderful silver hairs. He was more handsome than his brother, the Lord Celeborn. She knew his name, for Princess Lúthien had told her. Well, maybe he was slightly less handsome, but he had wonderful, clear grey eyes, and suddenly, while dancing with Galathil, she thought "I want to talk to that man once.", though she did not know why.
But he clearly already had someone to talk with. At dinner, and also on the dance floor, he was accompanied by a slender Elven-maiden, about her age, with wavy silver hairs, light brown eyes and a merry smile. Eleniel, she knew, a distant cousin of him. "Probably his fiancée." she thought, though Lúthien had not told her something like that. "Well, whatever, this man's nice enough…"