A/N/: The fluff descends! A little fluffy piece I wrote for an original fic challenge community…Sssh, don't tell anyone it's really fanfiction! Heheheh ;)

WARNING: Technically it's slash, because the pairing's Glorfindel/Erestor. But names aren't mentioned so if you're not into M/M, you can imagine 'Findel is hitting on some random girl…Or even that it's two OC's. Whatever you want; Glorfindel/Erestor was the pairing I had in mind, however ;)

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I'm not much of a one for dancing. Whilst others delight in escapades on the dance floor, I would much rather stay here, in the comfort of the cushions we recline upon, engaged in conversation with the other scholars. Around me I have gathered a group of friends, all of us of similar temperament and interest. Around me they sit now, smiling and talking animatedly, and for once I find myself simply listening, enjoying the moment.

Then I feel a soft tap upon my shoulder. Looking up, I see the smiling face of my one different friend. Loud and effortlessly charming, the warrior and I are complete opposites. And yet we are friends, the best of friends. Still, I wonder what he is doing here. Usually he would be swinging some partner round the dance floor, delighting them with his prowess and skill. "Are you alright?" I ask, thinking that something more sinister than desire to see a friend has brought him to my side.

His grin inexplicably widens. "Worried for my safety now?" he asks roguishly. "I'm fine. Come," he takes my slim hand in his large one and pulls me from my seat.

I frown at him. "What are you doing?" I ask rather indignantly as he pulls me away from the hall.

He doesn't answer until we are out in the gardens, the light of the moon bathing the rows of hedges and flowers in a soft sliver glow. "Dance with me," he says quietly, opening his arms.

I eye him, confused. "What?"

"Dance with me. Please." His eyes are so hopeful, his smile so open, that I nod, and step out of my comfort zone and into his arms. They close around me gently and he leads with one foot, the faint strains of the minstrels wafting to us on the summer breeze.

The night is perfect, and my heart beats so fast I am breathless, taken by wonder. I was never one for dancing; but this…this I could get used to.