Reciprocation

"Feasting, you say!"

"Yes, Father. Glóin's cooks are very talented in preparing venison. And then there was the dancing..."

"Dancing?" Thranduil's eyes widened. "I didn't know dwarves could dance..."

Legolas' eyes twinkled. "It isn't dancing as we do it, but it was quite compelling. Gimli taught me how - and it was..."

"You danced with Gimli??" The Elvenking's nostrils flared.

"I danced with all of them, Father. It was a circle dance."

"Oh." Thranduil deflated, then grew wary. "And what did you promise in return?"

"That you'd reciprocate, of course."

Thranduil smiled. Elven hospitality could better Dwarven any day.

"When?"