A little being, reaching no higher than to Legolas chest level, smiled from ear to ear and pointed to the floor. Legolas, not knowing how to react smiled nervously and nodded.

"So you will dance with me then!" The little man cheered in a high-pitched voice. Legolas opened his mouth slightly and blinked with wide eyes.

"N-no, no!" the elf finally managed to push through his lips.

Legolas was starting to believe that the short, plump man was really a woman, and shivered as she grabbed his arm. Legolas swallowed and looked alarmed down at the strange hairy being. The dwarf held the slender elven hand up before her face and admired it and petted it, before she slipped her own rougher hand into it. Legolas panicked and flickered his eyes franticly over the crowd of short people, looking for a familiar face. But there was only hair and bulky features to be seen. Everyone looked completely alike his friend, that or younger or older versions of him. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Legolas guessed that to him everyone looked the same because he was not familiar with the dwarves, just like he was sure that he was just any other elf in their eyes.

Legolas shook and yanked his arm until he finally managed to twist out of the dwarf woman's hand, "I'm sorry, I'm a terrible dancer. I'm really bad at it. No-one ever wants to be my partner…" Legolas turned and stepped fast over the floor, "really, I'm not worthy!" He made his way through the dancing dwarves and had to swallow the pain from every time a foot landed on his toes. He had been pushed in all possible directions when he finally eyed out Gimli. "You!" Legolas shouted trying to overpower the drums and hooked down and threw his arm around Gimli's shoulders, "Bring me out of this place!"

As the two of them were heading rapidly for the door, Gimli suddenly yelled out a loud grunt and started laughing.

"What now!" The elf sighed and blinked at the laughing dwarf.

"It's you!" Gimli cried. "Look at how you are walking!" He bent his knees, pulled up his shoulders and started walking with his back bent forward in a circle, with the intention of imitating the befuddled elf. "Yeah! You are almost blending in elf! I don't think anyone will notice your appearance walking like this!" Gimli hit his knee.

Legolas straightened out slowly, "Fine…UNH!" The elf felt two arms tighten around his waist and thick fingers grabbing his belt. He almost fell forward.

"There you are, clever one!" The elf recognized the voice and looked at Gimli hoping he might help him out of the hopeless situation. However, Gimli seemed just as surprised as Legolas to see who had grabbed him so affectionately.

"Freye?" Gimli stuttered.

"Oh, hi Gimli!" The person holding Legolas answered, but didn't remove her dreamy eyes away from the fair tall one. Legolas tried to twist out of her tight grip.

"You…unh…know each other? That's… nh…uh…good!" Legolas had felt the dwarf person's breasts press against him, and understood that it was in fact a woman. And since the young elf hadn't forgotten his manners, he tried to behave rather discreetly considering the situation. Gimli removed his helmet and furrowed his forehead. "Of course we know one another, we used to be in love!" Gimli sounded upset and pointed, "She was my lady friend!"

Legolas smiled nervously and swallowed, before he put his arms in the air above his head and nodded, "I knew it! You compliment each other…" The elf looked down and as soon as he met Freye's eyes she smiled at him and her large nose turned red. Legolas had seen this reaction in faces before, but he had never experienced a lady behaving like this. Although it was a little refreshing, he had never felt this scared before. Not even when fighting his oldest cousin. He didn't know what it meant, and he certainly didn't want to stick around to find out.

"Don't listen to Gimli," She giggled, "He's only dreaming. Everyone wants to be my girlfriend…" Freye petted Legolas chest and batted her eyes. Then she turned to Gimli and pointed at something behind his back, "look, Gimli!" While Gimli whirled around, Freye the dwarf accidentally "lost" her scarf at the floor and looked hopefully up at the tall elf. Legolas bent down to get it, but before he managed to stand up, Freye had grabbed his face. Legolas stumbled around in a bent forward position and waived his arms.

"Help!" He pleaded as loud as he thought suitable. He felt large, dry lips kiss his chin and a hand pulling his hair.

"What's your name, skinny one!" Legolas tried to remove the arms holding around his neck while he stuttered his name in full length.

"Legolas…" Freye repeated dreamily "What a beautiful name…" She grabbed his ears and her eyes grew immediately wide. She squished his face between her hands and shook her head slowly in wonder.

"My uncle told me that elves were carved out of the clearest lakes and given life by a light kiss from the moon. I never believed him before now…" Legolas creased his brows. The dwarf looked as if she really meant it. Her uncle was obviously creative. Freye moved her face alarmingly close to Legolas before she continued severely.

"And he said that if a dwarf kissed an elf they would get babies that could sing like blackbirds and smell like flowers…"

"Help!" Legolas moaned and got a glimpse of Gimli's inconsolable face. "Gimli! It wants to make babies!" Legolas was close to scream for his mother. He was thinking of how he could kill himself if he ever was realized from her tight grip. Her words disgusted him, and he honestly thought he would throw up in her face. Maybe that was what he should have done…

"Will you please let me go? Please!"

"No!" Freye said firmly and in a second she had wrestled Legolas to the ground.

Legolas cried out again for help from his friend, but no friend came to his rescue. In a short moment Legolas freed himself and managed to sit up to his knees but was soon captured by Freye. She grabbed his head from behind and pulled it backwards and forced it down in her lap. The elf was lying in an unfortunate position with his back curled backwards over his own legs. The elf felt like he was about to break in two pieces, or maybe he would die from suffocation. Either that or he would die from Freye's poisonous kisses. "Gimli!" Legolas hissed with a suffocated voice and waived his arms at him.

"What do you want!" Gimli grunted

"You are so pretty!" Freye cheered

Legolas flipped around with his butt up in the air. He was through being polite and was now forcefully removing Freye's arms. "Where does this strength come from!" Legolas wondered quietly. And suddenly Freye released him. The elf popped backwards and rolled over to his back. He had his feet sticking up in the air before he fell over to the side.

"Very gracefully" Legolas muttered to himself, but was happy he had been released" Legolas got up and noticed the crowd that had gathered around them. The elf boy straightened his clothing's and dried his face so carefully it looked like he was about to rip it apart. In a dark corner he noticed the human boy smiling. Oh no… Legolas thought, how many times was he supposed to make a fool out of himself in front of the human…