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Midsummer is coming soon (relatively), and in Imladris, the celebrations are already beginning, at least amongst some of the elves.
Of course, there are some elves who, due to their heritage, believe that celebrations should be solemn, done with dignity.
While Glorfindel is, very technically, one of that sort...
He has long ago learned that there is much more fun to be had amongst his Sindarian kin, and out there, the bonfires are already burning bright.
Thus, no one should really be surprised when a golden-haired elf waltzes into the bar, wearing a simple tunic and leggings, the only decoration in the gems twined into the braids in his hair and the intricate needlework along the collar and cuffs of his tunic, his feet bare, looking just a bit wild.
Alright, a lot wild.
Whatever.
Of course, there are some elves who, due to their heritage, believe that celebrations should be solemn, done with dignity.
While Glorfindel is, very technically, one of that sort...
He has long ago learned that there is much more fun to be had amongst his Sindarian kin, and out there, the bonfires are already burning bright.
Thus, no one should really be surprised when a golden-haired elf waltzes into the bar, wearing a simple tunic and leggings, the only decoration in the gems twined into the braids in his hair and the intricate needlework along the collar and cuffs of his tunic, his feet bare, looking just a bit wild.
Alright, a lot wild.
Whatever.