A/N: Number one- this chapter is pointless fluff. Number two- I think I've subconsciously decided that Blödhgarm is gay. Yum.

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Blödhgarm is experimenting.

There is nothing that pleases Blödhgarm more than the sight of two lovers. He has seen the way human men sweep their women into their arms, bending their forms together to kiss them fervently. He can hear the breath of the women catch in their throats, and the men's faces contort in pleasure. Blödhgarm is beginning to think that elves should learn to kiss that way.

Because he is curious, and not at all shy, he discusses this with the elves from Ellesméra, but he does not garner the reaction he was hoping to receive. They reply that humans are much too hasty in their relationships, and to invade another's personal space so intensely is an offensive act, not a loving one. So he sighs his ideas away for the night, pondering more deeply the "human-sweep-kiss" as he has named it. He noticed that Arya, who would sometimes dine with her old friends, seemed to take a special interest in his words, although she did not respond aloud.

He knows about Arya and Lady Nasuada. It fact, he is a huge admirer of theirs. Blödhgarm finds it very rare for any kind of love to last between the two races, and for this reason he simply adores their union. It doesn't hurt that both woman are gorgeous and unique, in his humble opinion, and he is fairly certain that Nasuada could keep Arya on her toes in more way than one. He smiles at this idea.

The next day his dear Princess Arya, wearing her dark leather and breeches, comes from behind him to ask, "I heard about your question, but I'm not sure I understand what you were asking the elves to do. Are you trying to find a human to kiss, Blödhgarm? I'm certain that most of the females in the camp, married or unmarried, would be willing to help your pursuit of knowledge." A wry smile twists her lips.

Blödhgarm laughs, "That is kind of you to say, Arya Svit-kona, but I suppose my question was not one of kissing a human, but how much an elf could enjoy that kind of contact. It seems to please the soldiers and their women to no end, and I was hoping to find an elf who had… begun a relationship with one of the humans here. Perhaps he or she could answer my question." His yellow eyes stare into hers.

She is aware that he knows her secret, and a slight burden lifts from her shoulders. "I will report back to you with my findings, Blödhgarm," she practically sings.

Not willing to miss the actual experiment, he trails her to the camp's center, where she grabs the hand of Lady Nightstalker and leads her to a thick copse of trees. He hears her say, "I hope you don't mind this."

She cradles Nasuada's head with one hand, and circles her other arm around her waist. For a moment, their bodies are pressed together before she dips the human, slightly bending her back, and locks their lips against each other.

Nasuada's body absolutely melts into the elf.

The human's hands rise up, running to her neck and shoulders so she can more aptly touch her. This action does not surprise Blödhgarm, but Arya's face is another story entirely.

Her eyes are closed in the most exquisite shape he has ever seen on one of his race. It reminds him of porcelain, so intricate and delicate, in the hands of a mystical elf-child. The reason behind his analogy is lost on him, but he cannot escape the image her fragile expression has left in his mind.

They stand straight again, breathing harder, and Nasuada says, "I have no idea what brought that on, but let it suffice to say that I don't mind. I don't mind at all." She laughs and Arya joins her. "Shall we try that again?"

Taking his leave of the lovers, Blödhgarm is now certain of his hypothesis.

He will teach the elves to kiss this way.

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A/N2: The next chapter will be the last. If you've enjoyed the story, please review. Thanks for everyone who has already! I owe ya one.