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Warning Signs
The music was exquisite, the delicious wine flowed freely, and even ale had been found to meet a more discriminating palate. In the midst of the celebration, the two friends sat apart from the others.
"That lass in the white dress has been eyeing you all evening."
Legolas frowned. "Gimli, how many times must I tell you that I am not…"
The dwarf's white beard bristled. "Lad, listen to me. I will not be here to look after you forever. You need to find someone…"
"Not now!" Legolas hissed and stalked off for more wine.
The dwarf sighed heavily, worried.