Once again, not slash, rather, close friendship(but it can be slash if you have more fun that way) :)

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Voronwe began to close the window, but stopped abruptly as he noticed a little ladybug of an orange-ish hue nestled in a little crack on the outside of the sill, right where the closing window would have crushed it, separated from him by a pane of glass.

"Ladybug," he whispered, not wanting to hurt the little creature, as he eased the window shut, "you have five more seconds: five, four, three," the ladybug did not move, "two, one." it still had not moved, and now that he thought about it, it looked like it was just out of the way enough that it would not get crushed.

"One." he said again, closing the window with a click.

He frowned in dismay, he had been wrong.

It had been crushed, the little pieces of wing and ladybug insides on the sill were evidence of that.

Voronwe's frown deepened.

He had not wanted to kill the little creature.

He wondered now why it had failed to move.

Maybe it had been sleeping?

Or perhaps already dead?

Surely it would have moved if it had been alive, seeing the window closing in upon it.

A tear sprung to his eye.

What an unfair, sad thing it was, that such a little defenseless creature should not realize what death looked like until it was too late...

His musings were interrupted by strong arms wrapping around his waist and hot, excited breath on his neck.

He jumped, surprised, before relaxing as he realized who it was.

"Voronwe, you never will guess!" Tuor exclaimed rather giddily, "The lady Idril kissed me! Imagine, the positively celestial princess of Gondolin, kissing me!"

Voronwe raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth twitching mutinously upwards, before he managed in a sarcastic monotone, "Fabulous, now the lady Idril will probably catch your cold, I think I am already starting to catch it myself."

"Oh, Voronwe!" Tuor exclaimed in frustration, squeezing him even tighter, "I can see you are trying not to smile."

Voronwe laughed outright at this, patting Tuor's sweaty hands.

"I am very happy for you, my friend, but do calm down! You are already shaking with adrenaline."

"How can you ask me to calm down when I am the happiest man in the world?" Tuor inquired with disbelief, before releasing Voronwe and spinning away, voice rising in joyful song as he fairly danced through the house, doing all the chores Voronwe had been asking him to do for the last week, leaving the elf by the window, chuckling to himself, already counting down the days in his head until the wedding, and wondering if Idril would let him live with them after it.

"After all," he said aloud, addressing the dead ladybug, "Tuor is all I have anymore."

So there you go, now you get a taste of my Voronwe characterization. I think that he, while being a strong, super awesome sailor and adventurer, is also a rather sensitive type, the kind of guy who has sympathy for the little bug he accidentally killed.

And yes, elves can get sick in Middle Earth:

"Apart from all the men and women, another curious aspect of the passage quoted above is its two references to sickness. Though the Prophecy of Mandos contained in The Silmarillion explicitly states that Elves cannot suffer from sickness, different versions say otherwise. A comment made in BoLT1 has wording that indicates that Elves, at least in Middle-earth, WILL suffer from sickness (in direct opposition to their illness-free life in Valinor). Compare 'no sickness may assail you' (Silmarillion, p 88) with 'never would they have made the dreadful passage of the Qerkaringa had they or yet been subject to weariness, sickness, and the many weaknesses that after became their lot dwelling far from Valinor.' (Book of Lost Tales 1, p 166).

In another example, HoME4 shows a shift in phrasing to show that while 'Elves were immortal, and free from all sickness,' in one draft, Tolkien changed this to 'Elves were immortal, and free from death by sickness' (Shaping of Middle-earth, p 21). So while Elves could indeed become sick, they could not die from their ailments. Death still may only occur through injury or fading.

From the viewpoint of linguistic analysis, the Qenya Lexicon lists several words relating to sickness, including cough, cold, sneeze, nausea, disease, and invalid."

(quoted from the marvelous essay, 'Elvish Fanons and Canon Contradictions' by 'Darth Fingon' from the Silmarillion Writer's Guild., which I did not write, nor claim to have written. All credit for that quote goes to 'Darth Fingon', not me, I, unfortunately, had nothing to do with it.)

Anyway, thanks for reading, have a good one, and please review!