A/N: Thanks so much for all of your wonderful suggestions! You're the best readers ever :D I've been working on drabbles for all of them but it'll take a while. This is an Arwen one, but BagginsPotterPevensie, don't fret! You'll still get the one you requested, I promise.
Arthur Pendragon was smooth, suave, stylish… and knew it. He was god's golden-haired gift to women (self-appointed).
Until, at the Blacksmith's, something occurred.
Seeing a pretty girl dressed in a yellow sack, he prepared for his effect on her.
She didn't see him.
He coughed.
She didn't hear.
She simply tucked a curl of hair behind her ear as if the prince of Camelot wasn't practically cartwheeling around her street for her attention.
He gave up. He left her, the first girl to ignore him, and wasn't bothered.
That was why she was all he thought about for days.