Well Met, Friend (May, 2500 T.A.)
Apr 1, 2018 9:44:44 GMT -5
Post by Elladan on Apr 1, 2018 9:44:44 GMT -5
Elladan received the small, ruby bottle back from Legolas’ hand and let one crystalline drop fall into his own cup. Then he set it aside and drank, a smile playing about his lips. ”Sweet?” He tilted his head, considering. ”Yes, I agree, and sweeter still perhaps, once it warms the blood and sings to your spirit.” He nodded to the chair. ”Sit, and tell me of how things stand between your people and the goblins from under the mountains. Rumors reach us here. But it is good to hear firsthand from those who have to deal with them directly.”
Legloas obliged, and the two elves discoursed on a matter that was somewhat grave and brought little pleasure. Having formed a guilty belief that he should not have steered the conversation in such a troublesome direction, Elladan once again took up his small harp and played some tunes, old and familiar, to ease their minds back to more enjoyable themes. In time, he had felt the effect of the opiod, along with the wine, and he had refilled both their glasses, from both bottles, big and small. A euphoric dreaminess was fast stealing over his senses. His fingers plucked more languidly at the harp strings, and in a moment of feeling as if he was floating, unanchored to his body, like a cloud, he asked in a syrupy voice, ”So, tell me, my dear little friend, what is it like…to be in love?”
His intention of not treading on such treacherous ground had fallen away, as he drifted like a twig on a gentle brook. But such is the effect of those substances which alter thoughts and moods…
LEGOLAS
Legloas obliged, and the two elves discoursed on a matter that was somewhat grave and brought little pleasure. Having formed a guilty belief that he should not have steered the conversation in such a troublesome direction, Elladan once again took up his small harp and played some tunes, old and familiar, to ease their minds back to more enjoyable themes. In time, he had felt the effect of the opiod, along with the wine, and he had refilled both their glasses, from both bottles, big and small. A euphoric dreaminess was fast stealing over his senses. His fingers plucked more languidly at the harp strings, and in a moment of feeling as if he was floating, unanchored to his body, like a cloud, he asked in a syrupy voice, ”So, tell me, my dear little friend, what is it like…to be in love?”
His intention of not treading on such treacherous ground had fallen away, as he drifted like a twig on a gentle brook. But such is the effect of those substances which alter thoughts and moods…
LEGOLAS