For Imhiriel for her birthday. Beta by RiverOtter.
“Now the left foot forward—no, Frodo, your other left! Yes, that is right. Good! Turn now clockwise and clap your hands! Yes—that is excellent!” And Frodo shone like a flame as he mastered the dance Bilbo was teaching him.
Across the width of Eriador, Elrohir Elrondion was directing his mortal brother: “No, your dagger is held too low. Raise it to the level of your upper chest. Yes—there! Now parry. No! Watch my eyes, not my hand!”
Two learned new dances that day, one a dance of joy, the other a dance of guard.