"The dwarf," said Haldir, "is hot-blooded, is he not?"
"He has a quick tongue," said Legolas, sipping his wine.
"I am glad to hear it. His fortitude?"
"He does not easily tire."
"You know him well?"
"He has long been my companion."
"I am disappointed, but will not seek to displace you."
"Seek to..." Legolas stared. "I am not...do you mean..."
Haldir smiled. "I will go to him."
"Do not come near the dwarf," Legolas said, flushing. "And give me that wineskin." He crossed the clearing, bending down to speak to Gimli. They passed into the wood together.
Haldir sighed. Perhaps tomorrow.
FINIS
Well, well, well^^