[alaklondewen]

“They look good together, don’t they?” Sador leaned his head toward Pelien without taking his eyes off Adrama and Addruran who were gliding across the dance floor. Pelien didn’t reply. The couple sat sipping wine at one of the several tables that lined the outer walls of the grand hall, and even though the party was for Denethor and Finduilas, Pelien and Sador had their minds on another engaged couple. Sador had supported the engagement from the beginning, but Pelien was still coming around to liking the idea. A marriage would mean parties and a lot of planning, especially for the bride’s mother. The only drawback was that Pelien hated admitting defeat, so she was still partly hesitant about giving Addruran her complete support, but she knew eventually she would. “Look at our little girl…isn’t she beautiful?”

“She is.” Pelien reached across the table and took hold of Sador’s hand and squeezed it. “Oh Sador, what are we going to do?”

For a moment, Sador just looked at his wife with an expression that relayed the seriousness of the question, but then he relaxed and a broad smile spread across face. “We join them.” Pelien, confused at what her husband meant, tilted her head to one side with her eyebrows drawn together. Laughing at his wife’s expression, Sador continued, “…on the dance floor.” With that he stood and bowed to his wife before offering his hand. Pelien hesitated a few moments and then slipped her long slender hand into her husband’s hand, and the couple stepped out onto the floor.