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G. grandiloquence (gran'dil'o-quence) n.: pompous language

Lindir/Orophin

"Umph!"

"Oh! I am sorry! Please, excuse me." Orophin reached down to help the poor elf he had ran over regain his footing. A small, slim hand was placed warily into his and he pulled the elf to his feet. "Please," he began to apologize once more, "forgive me."

A tiny upturned nose appeared out of a wild mass of hair...then peculiar looking eyes, "I am alright. There is no need to plead so." A dimple made an appearance, "I will not tell Lord Elrond that you attempted to trample his minstrel underfoot."

"I-" Orophin began smiling, then stopped suddenly, frowning. The small elf he had knocked down immediately lost his smile also. Orophin started over, "I have never seen an elf with white hair before." The small elf's hands flew to his head instinctively trying to protect his hair from Orophin's inquisitive gaze. A futile effort as the hair continued to wave freely down his back. Orophin edged closer, "Or eyes quite that color." The small hands moved to cover the heavily lashed eyes. Orophin pulled at the tiny wrists, "There is no need for all of that. It seems I must apologize once more. I did not mean to stare so or put you ill at ease. You look...okay...even with your...odd...coloring."

Lindir pulled away from the loose grasp the archer had on his arms and backed away slowly with his hands still covering his eyes. Once he judged himself an adequate distance away from the blonde, he turned and ran down the hall. Orophin stood there with a bemused expression on his face until a velvety voice reached him.

"Orophin of the Golden Wood. Well do I know that you are not give to grandiloquence, but when one has insulted the appearance of another, you must do better than to tell them they look `okay' if rather `odd'."

Orophin turned to face Erestor, disgruntled, "And I suppose that you could have done so much better, Master Erestor?"

Erestor smiled showing perfectly white but somewhat alarmingly sharp teeth, "Of course, I could have. Lindir is shy and very much distressed by his unusual features because they attract often unwanted attention. I would have told him there was no need to hide behind his hands, lovely as they might be, not when one is blessed with hair that shimmers in the light like the finest gossamer threads...and eyes that can enrapture and tempt an elf toward actions most unwise. And then, my fair tree dweller, I would have taken one of those dainty hands," Erestor moved forward to lift one of Orophin's hands, "and kissed it softly," he brushed a kiss across the warm surface, "and begged forgiveness" he bowed slightly over the still captured hand, "for causing distress to his entrancing person." Erestor looked up into wide silver eyes, "That is what I would have done." He stepped back, releasing the archer's hand, "Of course, I would have never been so uncouth in the first place. Good day."

Orophin watched him stride off.

"I would have paid good money to be in your shoes."

Orophin started at the sound of Glorfindel's voice. It seemed today was his day to be spied upon.

Tomorrow the Letter H.