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Eurantian Manwë was wandering across the stairs and paths of the Wild elf village in the darkness of the night, so they where deserted, and much to his disapointment, he didn't finded anything like a tavern in the settlement to drink something or get to taste the famous hallucinogenous mushrooms that those wild elves used.

As he passed the main hall, empty and silenced, he missed the lousy taverns and shops that stayed all night opened back in the High Elf city of Vanilion, just for people like himself.

He was bored, and was wondering if returning back to the home where he was sleeping to try to flirt with the matron, when he saw a silhouette -a female one!- standing in the edge of the village, next to these ruined walls.

"Hi there!" he said, as he aproached, waving his hand in the darkness.

The girl turned to see him, pointing to him with a spear, but soon, she relaxed.

"Ah! the High Elf trader that arrived the other day!"

"Yep! so please no pointed sticks in my face please!" said Manwë, pushing aside the metal tip of the spear with his hand. "So: what brings out a girl like yourself to a place like this one?" said Manwë.

"My GUARD duties, you silly!" laughed the wild elf. "You just tried a pick-up line with me?"

"It worked?"

"No for a moment... now will you ask me as well to marry you?"

"No... but if you want so I gladly accept!" answered Eurantian Manwë with his big smile with his sharpened fangs very visible

"No, no! I said that, because yesterday you you asked every woman to marry you! Or the families of them! So what is the deal with you and marriage?" said, intrigated, the wild elf woman, as she smiled to Manwë.

"Nah, nothing. And what is the deal with you? why don't you marry me, uh?"

"Because you are as ugly as Punching a baby in the face!"

"Ouch! I take that personally!" said Manwë, smiling "I'm much worse than that: but instead of that look my MAN-TASTIC muscles! How can you reject that miss, uh?"

"Oh, these muscles are nice for an orc! I prefeer some more common elven slender bodies!" answered the girl. "...or are all the 'High elves' like you?"

"of course not! I'm the highest of all the High Elfs!" said, proudly, Manwë "So, aside the physical factor: Why you don't marry me? I can make you rich!"

"Because I'm to young to marry!"

"Oh, you are just fine: what age are you?"

"76"

"We are cool then! I'm 34!" said, triumphant, Manwë

"34?!! You are a kid! I don't want the people to say I'm a pedo!!" laughed the Elf. "34? Seriously?!"

As they continue to laugh and speak, suddendly, other shadow appeared from the darkness, limping...

"Hey! Don't distract the guards!" the silhouette said with anger in his tone.

"Hi Hastur! What are you doing out so late?"

"The stupid Hospitality Rules. I needed to get this fool -Hastur pointed the large, massive, orcish looking High Elf- back after he insulted me for a ten time, and my sister-in-law make me look out for him. " Then, Hastur turned, and as he glared Manwë, he said:

"So 'apreciated" guest: can we go home?"

"Nah. You are boring!"

"You are distracting the guards from their duty!"

"Easy cousin!" said the girl "Is a quiet night.
Like allways they are!
No one had dared to attack the village in over three decades thank to you! so why do you worry now?"

"BECAUSE the guards instead of doing their job laugh, joke and do anything but try to find enemies in the shadows of the night!

Guest! we are leaving!"

The male elves turned then, leaving alone the female sentry, who sighted... it was soooo boring the guard duty

"Hey!" she heared, as somebody yelled in the night "I didn't catched your name?"

It was the voice of the ugly high Elf.

"Cadia! My name is Cadia!"

"See you tomorrow girl!"
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BOINK!

Thought, we know Manwë and Cadia will not meet tomorrow: [link] and [link]

PD: Manwë is chronologically 34 years old, but biologically he is about 20: if he was a full elf instead a *cough*half-assed*cough* one, he will be about 16-17.

Cadia is about 21,3 bilogically (76 years)

Description

Eurantian Manwë was wandering across the stairs and paths of the Wild elf village in the darkness of the night, so they where deserted, and much to his disapointment, he didn't finded anything like a tavern in the settlement to drink something or get to taste the famous hallucinogenous mushrooms that those wild elves used.

As he passed the main hall, empty and silenced, he missed the lousy taverns and shops that stayed all night opened back in the High Elf city of Vanilion, just for people like himself.

He was bored, and was wondering if returning back to the home where he was sleeping to try to flirt with the matron, when he saw a silhouette -a female one!- standing in the edge of the village, next to these ruined walls.

"Hi there!" he said, as he aproached, waving his hand in the darkness.

The girl turned to see him, pointing to him with a spear, but soon, she relaxed.

"Ah! the High Elf trader that arrived the other day!"

"Yep! so please no pointed sticks in my face please!" said Manwë, pushing aside the metal tip of the spear with his hand. "So: what brings out a girl like yourself to a place like this one?" said Manwë.

"My GUARD duties, you silly!" laughed the wild elf. "You just tried a pick-up line with me?"

"It worked?"

"No for a moment... now will you ask me as well to marry you?"

"No... but if you want so I gladly accept!" answered Eurantian Manwë with his big smile with his sharpened fangs very visible

"No, no! I said that, because yesterday you you asked every woman to marry you! Or the families of them! So what is the deal with you and marriage?" said, intrigated, the wild elf woman, as she smiled to Manwë.

"Nah, nothing. And what is the deal with you? why don't you marry me, uh?"

"Because you are as ugly as Punching a baby in the face!"

"Ouch! I take that personally!" said Manwë, smiling "I'm much worse than that: but instead of that look my MAN-TASTIC muscles! How can you reject that miss, uh?"

"Oh, these muscles are nice for an orc! I prefeer some more common elven slender bodies!" answered the girl. "...or are all the 'High elves' like you?"

"of course not! I'm the highest of all the High Elfs!" said, proudly, Manwë "So, aside the physical factor: Why you don't marry me? I can make you rich!"

"Because I'm to young to marry!"

"Oh, you are just fine: what age are you?"

"76"

"We are cool then! I'm 34!" said, triumphant, Manwë

"34?!! You are a kid! I don't want the people to say I'm a pedo!!" laughed the Elf. "34? Seriously?!"

As they continue to laugh and speak, suddendly, other shadow appeared from the darkness, limping...

"Hey! Don't distract the guards!" the silhouette said with anger in his tone.

"Hi Hastur! What are you doing out so late?"

"The stupid Hospitality Rules. I needed to get this fool -Hastur pointed the large, massive, orcish looking High Elf- back after he insulted me for a ten time, and my sister-in-law make me look out for him. " Then, Hastur turned, and as he glared Manwë, he said:

"So 'apreciated" guest: can we go home?"

"Nah. You are boring!"

"You are distracting the guards from their duty!"

"Easy cousin!" said the girl "Is a quiet night.
Like allways they are!
No one had dared to attack the village in over three decades thank to you! so why do you worry now?"

"BECAUSE the guards instead of doing their job laugh, joke and do anything but try to find enemies in the shadows of the night!

Guest! we are leaving!"

The male elves turned then, leaving alone the female sentry, who sighted... it was soooo boring the guard duty

"Hey!" she heared, as somebody yelled in the night "I didn't catched your name?"

It was the voice of the ugly high Elf.

"Cadia! My name is Cadia!"

"See you tomorrow girl!"
_____________________________________________

BOINK!

Thought, we know Manwë and Cadia will not meet tomorrow: [link] and [link]

PD: Manwë is chronologically 34 years old, but biologically he is about 20: if he was a full elf instead a *cough*half-assed*cough* one, he will be about 16-17.

Cadia is about 21,3 bilogically (76 years)