[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel and Estelarion had dismounted and walked with their horses when they heard the revelry...

"Ai! What is happening in this glade?" Estelarion, the tall, dark-haired Elf asked Menelduliniel as they approached.

Menelduliniel, clearly the shorter of the two by at least 4 inches, looked at Estelarion and her face broke into a grin, "Why, have you been in the wild so long you have forgotten what a party looks like?"

Estelarion gave her a look and said warningly, "Menelduliniel: no. Every time we join a party or a group, we end up fighting. And, generally, I end up getting shot for you. So: no: no parties."

Menelduliniel's looked at Estelarion pleadingly, with a laugh still in her eyes, "Come on! I never get to have any fun! Please?!"

"Elbereth Gilthoniel! No fun? You must be jesting!"

"Estelarion!" Menelduliniel took Estelarion's hand and held it between hers, "Please. I promise: no adventures! I mean: these are Hobbits! What trouble could these sweet, peaceful creatures get into?"

Estelarion sighed and shifted his weight. She always got her way with him. He sighed again, and took her hands off of his, "All right. Fine. But: at the first sign of fighting, I am leaving."

Menelduliniel shrieked in joy, clasped Estelarion around the neck, kissed his cheek, then ran ahead to the party. Estelarion patted the horses, Salkadome and Amanroch, and left them. He knew that, unless there was danger, they would remain there. And, if there was danger, the horses would seek Menelduliniel and him out.

He trotted up and caught up to Menelduliniel as she was introducing herself to some Hobbits and already smiling. He knew that smile...

Ai! I am getting shot or stabbed before we leave here. I can feel it! Estelarion said grumpily to himself. He then put on a smile and laughed with Menelduliniel...