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I don't believe it. He did it. It's morning and it's still raining. I'm sitting in front of the mirror. I don't look any different. But there is something that is not as it was before. I'm spending the whole day in my room, half-hoping that glorfindel would drop by, but he doesn't. Well, he's busy, he can't hang around me all the time. - But I want him to! Why doesn't he, what keeps him? In the end, doesn't he like me at all? Oh noo !
The next day I'm feeling good. I don't know why, but there was no strange dream and I get out of bed with a goofy smile and I just can't make myself look serious. It doesn't even bother me that it's aragorn and arwen's wedding day. Who cares about them? I'm feeling great and there is sun shining inside me. Wow!
The morning is so good. I'm going down for breakfast, the first time in weeks, watch the birds hopping about in the rain and the rain drop heavily from the leaves. Everything today pleases me. Somebody knocks me over, I see haldir and elrohir kissing in the corridors, lord elrond refuses to buy wood, and I'm having my best day in a century.
After breakfast I'm taking a long shower and start dressing for the wedding. Actually I'm already pretty late, but nothing rushes me today. They want me to be at that 'the-world-stops-turning-for-it'-important wedding, they're going to wait for me. I take time to choose the robes I want to wear. I remember that glorfindel's favorite color is blue, so I go for my only periwinkle blue, silver embroidered robes. I approve when I'm looking at myself in the mirror. Hopefully glorfindel really likes the way I look. What if I mistook what he said and he hates blue? My hair needs attention, of course. I'm braiding it again and again until it looks it best, just like gold falling in a soft shining flow down to my shoulder blades. I'm singing lovesongs , while I'm working on the golden strands. (Note here: I'm ~not~ behaving like a teenager, this is what love to everyone. - Right, legolas, dream on.)
At around midday frodo rushes into my room. He looks indignant and his curly hobbit-hair doesn't look half as great as mine. (Another note : I think my hair looks always great, but today it is just gorgeous-amazing- unbelieveable-great. At least through my pink love-glasses.) I'm looking into the mirror fondly and play around with my hair for a while.
'Legolas, you need to run. They're about to start !'
Where did that come from? Oh, yeah, the hobbit is still there. It's hard to see him down there at the height of my hip.
'Coming ,' I yell from the mirror.
One last look. I wouldn't push myself off the bed. Who would, anyway. Everybody loves me. Great. I'm running besides frodo down to the great hall where the wedding ceremony takes place. Well, at least I am running, what the hobbit does to keep up with me on his 25-inch-legs and 15-inch-feet, I don't know. Everybody else is already assembled and sitting on long benches and looking around for a sign of aragorn and arwen. There are a lot of flowers around. Oh, this is so beautiful! I guess, that's arwen's wish, as she was always very fond of those. Lord elrond, the wood-refuser, is standing at the head-end of the hall, flashing his toothiest smile around gracefully. Not even that can upset me. Nice Lordi, hm hm hm. I'm humming a melody.
Glorfindel sits in a front row, but he discovers me soon and smiles. I realize that I have to look flushed and everything, but he seems to approve and blows me a kiss. I smile back. He is cute and, again, surprised by my reaction. I can be sweet ,too, if I just want to, keep that in mind.
'Lord glorfindel seems to like you a lot ,' remarks frodo next to him.
Know-it-all-hobbit. Rats. 'Oh, yeah, I guess we're friends.'
'You weren't when I saw you the last time.'
'Well, things change, don't you think ?'
'Is that why you are smiling all the time ? You are in love with him !'
'Maybe .'
Maybe? Oh, I'm already close to admitting that I'm sweet on 'Lord Glorfindel'. Where will this end ? Can I possibly ~marry~ him ? And why does frodo know ? Am I looking at glorfindel that obviously ? Must be so. But I like him, so I can look at him, right ? Right.
The wedding ceremony is great, just like this day. In the end, you know at the 'you sure you want ~him~ as your husband'-part, I'm weeping. Who can take so much romance in less than one hour? *sob* Glorfindel is looking at me all the time and I'm feeling important. Not that I ever feel unimportant, I'm the prince of mirkwood, but you certainly get my point.
After the wedding ceremony there is the dinner and I'm sitting next to aragorn. Best place in the house for everyone but me. Well, it was obvious that I'd get it, don't you think.
'Solved your problem, legolas ?'
'Nah . Guess I gotta live with it.'
'Go ahead and eat something. The food is great!'
You bet. I look at the platters suspiciously. EEEEWW (!) , what is all that stuff on those plates ? Yaarrgh ! I'm supposed to eat ~that~? No way ! I betcha that is another consequence of those daft saving plans. We are going to re-use food. Ööörrks, I feel my stomach cramp. I'm going to be sick !
'You got to try those oysters! Such fine food is an exception, even in a life as long as yours !'
You don't know how happy I am about that ! He holds one of the oysters, wrapped in silk-paper, out to me. I'm sniffing carefully in the direction of the oyster. I wrinkle my nose, it smells recycled. I don't take it, aragorn is staring at me. ~What ?~ , is he really expecting me to ~take~ and even worse ~eat~ it ? Forget it, buddy. Not me!
'Eew !', I yell and knock the oyster out of his hand. It soars through the air and splashes right into lordis fish-soup. Oops! 'It wasn't me !'
'Legolas Greenleaf, what's the matter? Does the food not please you ?' Lordi doesn't look too pleased himself and not even handsome anymore splattered with soup and covered in fish-pieces. Oh, great, this happens to me, of course. What will glorfindel think? Will he think I'm a jerk, a total zero ?
'Ääh, no ! I would eat if I wouldn't see and smell it before, but you had to expose it on the table . Bleech. Don't you have some french fries ?'
There is a stunned silence, everybody is starting at me in utter disbelief.
What? What did I do? This is not my fault, don't you see ? I didn't aim at the fish-soup and I didn't mean for the food to be so crappy! - On the other hand, I'm not sorry at all that it hit the soup.
'Mariél, would you take Mr. Greenleaf to the kitchen, please and see that he gets something to eat that is fit for elves his age ?'
'The mashed potatoes ? Does he need a bib ?'
'I don't know ? Wait and see and get him one if it's necessary !'
One of the waiter elves is dragging me away from the table and to the kitchens. Do you think, this is embarrassing ? Well, I would think so, if I wasn't totally smitten and head over heels fallen for the elf I hated most. I think this is all pretty entertaining, all the attention is just amazing. Gotta do things like this more often, especially if I'd get another of those shocked 'the-lord-is-not-amused'-faces from elrond. That alone was worth it.
I'm feeling too content and sleepy after all the food in the kitchens and watch the following dance from one of the velvety couches on the side of the ballroom for a while. Glorfindel is sitting opposite of me on the back- wall, his eyes never leaving me. He's obvious in a bliss-state, because he's laughing a lot. About me ? Can't be, there'd be no reason. But right, if he thinks he has to observe me .
I'm getting up and join the people on the dancefloor. I'm dancing with elrohir, elrond, arwen and aragorn and when a nice slow song comes up finally with haldir. Everybody is looking at me again. Yeah, I know, not every elf has a dance-style quite as great as mine. And not every elf is as handsome as I am. Haha!
I watch glorfindel without him noticing and am pleased to see that he is seething with jealousy. I'm giggling. Yes, you heard, excuse me, read right. I'm not laughing, not chuckling to myself, Noo, as a matter if fact, I ~am~ giggling. He is looking at me and I'm winking. Confused look. Puzzled. Why did I do that? He doesn't know. He doesn't know that haldir is with elrohir , either, and wouldn't dream about trying to snatch me away. I'm smiling. He's close to hysteric fits because he is so helpless. I'm feeling all-mighty.
The dance is over and I'm walking over in direction of glorfindel, but not looking at him. He comes rushing to meet me and drags me back to dance.
'Jeez , watcha think you're doing .?'
'Would you dance with me ?'
'Hm. I don't know. - Well, okay then .'
The following song is even slower than the last one. It's really getting late. Glorfindel slips his arms around my neck. Right, so far so good. What am I supposed to do ? A little help, perhaps ? But who could I ask in this situation ?
Okay, I just put my arms around his waist. I really hope this is kind of right. Nice feeling, anyway. I see that a lot of elves and also humans are envying me right now. Glorfindel does never dance and now he does and does it with me. Good choice. Whole rivendell would swap with me in this moment. I really snatch the limelight today. But I would never, never swap this moment, not for all the woods, gold and mithril in this world. I just want to be with him. (Note : You think this sentence is sappy? - Well, it is, but it's not sappy as it's going to be pretty soon. (At least I hope it's gonna be. I got plans. Hehehe!))
'They are all looking at us .', he whispers and looks at me with shining eyes.
'I know. They're envying me, because you are dancing with me and not with one of them morons .'
'I hate all the attention. It makes me fidgety .' The better, you don't want any, so I can get all of the attention. I hate sharing and you don't want to. Hmm. We definitely ~are~ a match. Oh, I should say something to make him feel better. Let's see.
' .' Great attempt. Here we go again : 'Well, it's a compliment, you should feel great about it.' Bad one. Oh god, couldn't I find anything that makes an ounce of sense ??? F**k, I can't mess this up. This is my first time in love, I'm gonna have a neurosis for life if this doesn't work out fine.
Glorfindel doesn't seem to have noticed the brain-vomit I was offering him as comfort. He leans his forehead against mine and gazes into my eyes, so intensively as if he was searching for something. What the heck is he trying to do here? Is he trying to hypnotize me? We're just slow dancing and I'm leading him. I guess, that is because I'm just a fraction of an inch taller than him. And his insecurity makes me feel as though I'm the older one, just like I had to protect him. (Note again: These are only my feelings and my truth.) We turn around slowly, the eye-contact never breaking. We're not the only ones dancing. There are aragorn and arwen, of course, haldir & elrohir and a few couples I don't know.
'You have pretty eyes ,' glorfindel whispers. 'Like the sea down south, green and blue with shining sun speckles.'
'Yours are pretty, too. They remind me of the forest and the trees in the sunlight. And a bit of home .'
Did I really say that? Did I really compliment him on his eyes just now? Must have done it because he's smiling and there are tears welling up in his eyes. (N: Do you feel how it's getting all sappy, warm and mushy ?)
'Did I say something wrong ?' Bet I didn't, I would have noticed.
'No, hell no. I'm just so relieved. I thought you hated me. I thought it all the time and I never dared to ask you out or something.'
'You know, until that morning two days ago I thought I hated you. But now I know that I never did. I was just hiding.'
A tear his sliding down his white cheek and I'm kissing it away, before I can even think about it. 'Oh my god .', he whispers and I feel his hands clawing in my robes.
'What's wrong .?' Very sensitive again, Legolas Greenleaf. God, you should become a shrink in one of your next lives.
'Nothing. I was dreaming that this might happen for a really long time. Since I saw you coming to rivendell. You just knocked my sensibility out and I was falling head over heels for you. And you do it again, right now. I shouldn't even say this .' Right.
'Yes. Yes, you should. Why not ?' Jesus H. Christ, I love receiving compliments! Just keep on talking ! Who wouldn't like to be praised and listen to how the effect of their beauty knocked them of their rocker? Well, at least ~I~ don't mind.
'I don't know. It's just not clever.'
His eyes are flickering and darting down to my lips, linger for a while, look in my eyes and darting down again. His breath is going all ragged and I know what he is trying to do or better not do. Hey, wait a second! We don't know each other that long, so we better take it slow, don't we, one little baby-step at a time !?!?! No, no, no, I'm not even old enough for this. This story is rated PG and should remain like that ! (N: Parental guidance ? For what in this story anyway ? Teenage paranoia ? Must be.)
Glorfindel doesn't think along my lines. Before my brain can work out what he is doing and how my appropriate reaction should be like, he kisses me. Brain, help ! But no, my brain leaves me alone when I need it most and my body is not to be trusted in situations like this. And, yes, I knew it, damn it. In no time that greedy elf has managed to part my lips and confuse me completely. Right, and what next, please? I don't know, so body, you got me into this, now get me out again without embarrassing me. At least that works. Seems like elven-bodies know instinctively how to kiss if their brains take a sudden vacation. Can't imagine that some people think this is better than cat-walking in front of a mirror or singing lovesongs in the shower. Sure, it ~is~ sorta nice. I figure it would feel pretty much the same to let my tongue pry around a freshly boiled oyster that is none the less still alive. (N: If you think this is a good comparison, (I don't) it's not copyrighted.) & (N: No offence meant here, all glorfindel fans.)
Oh, but it's getting better anyway. Seems like glorfindel's brain and mine are out on a date and his body has to manage alone as well. After a while the kiss is really nice and pleasant and I'm going weak in the knees. Glorfindel breaks and smiles at me.
'So good ?'
'Mmh .'
The whole wedding party has been staring at us. I don't care. I love him and I'd tell everyone who wants to know. Oh, yes, I'm sitting on a huge pink cloud drifting away and I feel like singing on the top of my voice again. (N: Do you still remember the first note in this chapter ?)
'Let's go ,' he whispers, his breath on my lips.
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I don't believe it. He did it. It's morning and it's still raining. I'm sitting in front of the mirror. I don't look any different. But there is something that is not as it was before. I'm spending the whole day in my room, half-hoping that glorfindel would drop by, but he doesn't. Well, he's busy, he can't hang around me all the time. - But I want him to! Why doesn't he, what keeps him? In the end, doesn't he like me at all? Oh noo !
The next day I'm feeling good. I don't know why, but there was no strange dream and I get out of bed with a goofy smile and I just can't make myself look serious. It doesn't even bother me that it's aragorn and arwen's wedding day. Who cares about them? I'm feeling great and there is sun shining inside me. Wow!
The morning is so good. I'm going down for breakfast, the first time in weeks, watch the birds hopping about in the rain and the rain drop heavily from the leaves. Everything today pleases me. Somebody knocks me over, I see haldir and elrohir kissing in the corridors, lord elrond refuses to buy wood, and I'm having my best day in a century.
After breakfast I'm taking a long shower and start dressing for the wedding. Actually I'm already pretty late, but nothing rushes me today. They want me to be at that 'the-world-stops-turning-for-it'-important wedding, they're going to wait for me. I take time to choose the robes I want to wear. I remember that glorfindel's favorite color is blue, so I go for my only periwinkle blue, silver embroidered robes. I approve when I'm looking at myself in the mirror. Hopefully glorfindel really likes the way I look. What if I mistook what he said and he hates blue? My hair needs attention, of course. I'm braiding it again and again until it looks it best, just like gold falling in a soft shining flow down to my shoulder blades. I'm singing lovesongs , while I'm working on the golden strands. (Note here: I'm ~not~ behaving like a teenager, this is what love to everyone. - Right, legolas, dream on.)
At around midday frodo rushes into my room. He looks indignant and his curly hobbit-hair doesn't look half as great as mine. (Another note : I think my hair looks always great, but today it is just gorgeous-amazing- unbelieveable-great. At least through my pink love-glasses.) I'm looking into the mirror fondly and play around with my hair for a while.
'Legolas, you need to run. They're about to start !'
Where did that come from? Oh, yeah, the hobbit is still there. It's hard to see him down there at the height of my hip.
'Coming ,' I yell from the mirror.
One last look. I wouldn't push myself off the bed. Who would, anyway. Everybody loves me. Great. I'm running besides frodo down to the great hall where the wedding ceremony takes place. Well, at least I am running, what the hobbit does to keep up with me on his 25-inch-legs and 15-inch-feet, I don't know. Everybody else is already assembled and sitting on long benches and looking around for a sign of aragorn and arwen. There are a lot of flowers around. Oh, this is so beautiful! I guess, that's arwen's wish, as she was always very fond of those. Lord elrond, the wood-refuser, is standing at the head-end of the hall, flashing his toothiest smile around gracefully. Not even that can upset me. Nice Lordi, hm hm hm. I'm humming a melody.
Glorfindel sits in a front row, but he discovers me soon and smiles. I realize that I have to look flushed and everything, but he seems to approve and blows me a kiss. I smile back. He is cute and, again, surprised by my reaction. I can be sweet ,too, if I just want to, keep that in mind.
'Lord glorfindel seems to like you a lot ,' remarks frodo next to him.
Know-it-all-hobbit. Rats. 'Oh, yeah, I guess we're friends.'
'You weren't when I saw you the last time.'
'Well, things change, don't you think ?'
'Is that why you are smiling all the time ? You are in love with him !'
'Maybe .'
Maybe? Oh, I'm already close to admitting that I'm sweet on 'Lord Glorfindel'. Where will this end ? Can I possibly ~marry~ him ? And why does frodo know ? Am I looking at glorfindel that obviously ? Must be so. But I like him, so I can look at him, right ? Right.
The wedding ceremony is great, just like this day. In the end, you know at the 'you sure you want ~him~ as your husband'-part, I'm weeping. Who can take so much romance in less than one hour? *sob* Glorfindel is looking at me all the time and I'm feeling important. Not that I ever feel unimportant, I'm the prince of mirkwood, but you certainly get my point.
After the wedding ceremony there is the dinner and I'm sitting next to aragorn. Best place in the house for everyone but me. Well, it was obvious that I'd get it, don't you think.
'Solved your problem, legolas ?'
'Nah . Guess I gotta live with it.'
'Go ahead and eat something. The food is great!'
You bet. I look at the platters suspiciously. EEEEWW (!) , what is all that stuff on those plates ? Yaarrgh ! I'm supposed to eat ~that~? No way ! I betcha that is another consequence of those daft saving plans. We are going to re-use food. Ööörrks, I feel my stomach cramp. I'm going to be sick !
'You got to try those oysters! Such fine food is an exception, even in a life as long as yours !'
You don't know how happy I am about that ! He holds one of the oysters, wrapped in silk-paper, out to me. I'm sniffing carefully in the direction of the oyster. I wrinkle my nose, it smells recycled. I don't take it, aragorn is staring at me. ~What ?~ , is he really expecting me to ~take~ and even worse ~eat~ it ? Forget it, buddy. Not me!
'Eew !', I yell and knock the oyster out of his hand. It soars through the air and splashes right into lordis fish-soup. Oops! 'It wasn't me !'
'Legolas Greenleaf, what's the matter? Does the food not please you ?' Lordi doesn't look too pleased himself and not even handsome anymore splattered with soup and covered in fish-pieces. Oh, great, this happens to me, of course. What will glorfindel think? Will he think I'm a jerk, a total zero ?
'Ääh, no ! I would eat if I wouldn't see and smell it before, but you had to expose it on the table . Bleech. Don't you have some french fries ?'
There is a stunned silence, everybody is starting at me in utter disbelief.
What? What did I do? This is not my fault, don't you see ? I didn't aim at the fish-soup and I didn't mean for the food to be so crappy! - On the other hand, I'm not sorry at all that it hit the soup.
'Mariél, would you take Mr. Greenleaf to the kitchen, please and see that he gets something to eat that is fit for elves his age ?'
'The mashed potatoes ? Does he need a bib ?'
'I don't know ? Wait and see and get him one if it's necessary !'
One of the waiter elves is dragging me away from the table and to the kitchens. Do you think, this is embarrassing ? Well, I would think so, if I wasn't totally smitten and head over heels fallen for the elf I hated most. I think this is all pretty entertaining, all the attention is just amazing. Gotta do things like this more often, especially if I'd get another of those shocked 'the-lord-is-not-amused'-faces from elrond. That alone was worth it.
I'm feeling too content and sleepy after all the food in the kitchens and watch the following dance from one of the velvety couches on the side of the ballroom for a while. Glorfindel is sitting opposite of me on the back- wall, his eyes never leaving me. He's obvious in a bliss-state, because he's laughing a lot. About me ? Can't be, there'd be no reason. But right, if he thinks he has to observe me .
I'm getting up and join the people on the dancefloor. I'm dancing with elrohir, elrond, arwen and aragorn and when a nice slow song comes up finally with haldir. Everybody is looking at me again. Yeah, I know, not every elf has a dance-style quite as great as mine. And not every elf is as handsome as I am. Haha!
I watch glorfindel without him noticing and am pleased to see that he is seething with jealousy. I'm giggling. Yes, you heard, excuse me, read right. I'm not laughing, not chuckling to myself, Noo, as a matter if fact, I ~am~ giggling. He is looking at me and I'm winking. Confused look. Puzzled. Why did I do that? He doesn't know. He doesn't know that haldir is with elrohir , either, and wouldn't dream about trying to snatch me away. I'm smiling. He's close to hysteric fits because he is so helpless. I'm feeling all-mighty.
The dance is over and I'm walking over in direction of glorfindel, but not looking at him. He comes rushing to meet me and drags me back to dance.
'Jeez , watcha think you're doing .?'
'Would you dance with me ?'
'Hm. I don't know. - Well, okay then .'
The following song is even slower than the last one. It's really getting late. Glorfindel slips his arms around my neck. Right, so far so good. What am I supposed to do ? A little help, perhaps ? But who could I ask in this situation ?
Okay, I just put my arms around his waist. I really hope this is kind of right. Nice feeling, anyway. I see that a lot of elves and also humans are envying me right now. Glorfindel does never dance and now he does and does it with me. Good choice. Whole rivendell would swap with me in this moment. I really snatch the limelight today. But I would never, never swap this moment, not for all the woods, gold and mithril in this world. I just want to be with him. (Note : You think this sentence is sappy? - Well, it is, but it's not sappy as it's going to be pretty soon. (At least I hope it's gonna be. I got plans. Hehehe!))
'They are all looking at us .', he whispers and looks at me with shining eyes.
'I know. They're envying me, because you are dancing with me and not with one of them morons .'
'I hate all the attention. It makes me fidgety .' The better, you don't want any, so I can get all of the attention. I hate sharing and you don't want to. Hmm. We definitely ~are~ a match. Oh, I should say something to make him feel better. Let's see.
' .' Great attempt. Here we go again : 'Well, it's a compliment, you should feel great about it.' Bad one. Oh god, couldn't I find anything that makes an ounce of sense ??? F**k, I can't mess this up. This is my first time in love, I'm gonna have a neurosis for life if this doesn't work out fine.
Glorfindel doesn't seem to have noticed the brain-vomit I was offering him as comfort. He leans his forehead against mine and gazes into my eyes, so intensively as if he was searching for something. What the heck is he trying to do here? Is he trying to hypnotize me? We're just slow dancing and I'm leading him. I guess, that is because I'm just a fraction of an inch taller than him. And his insecurity makes me feel as though I'm the older one, just like I had to protect him. (Note again: These are only my feelings and my truth.) We turn around slowly, the eye-contact never breaking. We're not the only ones dancing. There are aragorn and arwen, of course, haldir & elrohir and a few couples I don't know.
'You have pretty eyes ,' glorfindel whispers. 'Like the sea down south, green and blue with shining sun speckles.'
'Yours are pretty, too. They remind me of the forest and the trees in the sunlight. And a bit of home .'
Did I really say that? Did I really compliment him on his eyes just now? Must have done it because he's smiling and there are tears welling up in his eyes. (N: Do you feel how it's getting all sappy, warm and mushy ?)
'Did I say something wrong ?' Bet I didn't, I would have noticed.
'No, hell no. I'm just so relieved. I thought you hated me. I thought it all the time and I never dared to ask you out or something.'
'You know, until that morning two days ago I thought I hated you. But now I know that I never did. I was just hiding.'
A tear his sliding down his white cheek and I'm kissing it away, before I can even think about it. 'Oh my god .', he whispers and I feel his hands clawing in my robes.
'What's wrong .?' Very sensitive again, Legolas Greenleaf. God, you should become a shrink in one of your next lives.
'Nothing. I was dreaming that this might happen for a really long time. Since I saw you coming to rivendell. You just knocked my sensibility out and I was falling head over heels for you. And you do it again, right now. I shouldn't even say this .' Right.
'Yes. Yes, you should. Why not ?' Jesus H. Christ, I love receiving compliments! Just keep on talking ! Who wouldn't like to be praised and listen to how the effect of their beauty knocked them of their rocker? Well, at least ~I~ don't mind.
'I don't know. It's just not clever.'
His eyes are flickering and darting down to my lips, linger for a while, look in my eyes and darting down again. His breath is going all ragged and I know what he is trying to do or better not do. Hey, wait a second! We don't know each other that long, so we better take it slow, don't we, one little baby-step at a time !?!?! No, no, no, I'm not even old enough for this. This story is rated PG and should remain like that ! (N: Parental guidance ? For what in this story anyway ? Teenage paranoia ? Must be.)
Glorfindel doesn't think along my lines. Before my brain can work out what he is doing and how my appropriate reaction should be like, he kisses me. Brain, help ! But no, my brain leaves me alone when I need it most and my body is not to be trusted in situations like this. And, yes, I knew it, damn it. In no time that greedy elf has managed to part my lips and confuse me completely. Right, and what next, please? I don't know, so body, you got me into this, now get me out again without embarrassing me. At least that works. Seems like elven-bodies know instinctively how to kiss if their brains take a sudden vacation. Can't imagine that some people think this is better than cat-walking in front of a mirror or singing lovesongs in the shower. Sure, it ~is~ sorta nice. I figure it would feel pretty much the same to let my tongue pry around a freshly boiled oyster that is none the less still alive. (N: If you think this is a good comparison, (I don't) it's not copyrighted.) & (N: No offence meant here, all glorfindel fans.)
Oh, but it's getting better anyway. Seems like glorfindel's brain and mine are out on a date and his body has to manage alone as well. After a while the kiss is really nice and pleasant and I'm going weak in the knees. Glorfindel breaks and smiles at me.
'So good ?'
'Mmh .'
The whole wedding party has been staring at us. I don't care. I love him and I'd tell everyone who wants to know. Oh, yes, I'm sitting on a huge pink cloud drifting away and I feel like singing on the top of my voice again. (N: Do you still remember the first note in this chapter ?)
'Let's go ,' he whispers, his breath on my lips.
