#7 Wind
The elf's nose wrinkled as he turned his head to peer at the dwarf marching stolidly beside him, short legs taking two strides to each one of his own. Why the cursed nuisance felt the need to stay close to his side was beyond the immortal's comprehension, unless it were to make it easier for him to make his barbed comments heard of course. With an elegant shake of his head the elf dismissed the creature from his thoughts and wished he could dismiss him from his presence as easily. They walked on.
The dwarf muttered.
The elf ignored the dwarf.
The dwarf muttered again.
The elf still ignored the dwarf.
They walked on.
The elf gradually became aware of a low growling noise coming from the vicinity of the dwarf. He glanced over and for a brief moment thought he saw the dwarf pause mid step and frown before carrying on. His nose wrinkled again.
And still they walked.
The dwarf muttered and rubbed his stomach
The elf watched from the corner of his eye and said nothing.
The dwarf muttered and stopped.
The elf walked on.
The dwarf did not follow.
The elf, torn, finally stopped, nearly tripping over his own feet in his uncertainty.
The dwarf exclaimed.
The elf turned around.
The dwarf raised his leg and let out a loud, rasping noise, the like of which the elf had never heard before.
The elf stared, puzzlement etched on his face.
The dwarf grinned in self satisfaction and began to move once more.
"Better out than in Laddie!"
The elf shook his head and watched the dwarf walk past.
The dwarf winked.
The elf wrinkled his nose and began to follow the dwarf once more. He would definitely never understand the strange creatures and deep down felt that if they all smelt like this one, he would never wish to try.
A/N
Sorry, I know it's crass and childish, but I just couldn't resist!