Imagine one of the elves of Rivendell asking you to dance with him and the rest of the Company looking at you two, feeling protective of you and jealous
“Mellon, may I have this dance?”
Your eyes fluttered up to the handsome Elf, who was bowing with one hand extended. His brown hair ran like water down his back, blue eyes looking up to you with expectation. Your face burned as you nodded tightly.
Cryllan took your hand firmly and took a few steps back, pressing gentle finger tips against the dip in your back. You tensed. “Do not fear, my lady.” He whispered. “Follow my lead.”