A new page has turned. As I leave behind my writings from Imladris, I joyfully turn to the next page.
Apparently, Beodrid has been harbouring quite some feelings for me, and I only recently became aware of it after I had kissed him, in an attempt to ward off his drunken suitor, Areene, a foolish young girl who had been jumping him and constantly trying to win his affections.
After that rather embarassing moment (The aftermath ended with Areene having her own ale sploshed on her), I stormed off rather annoyed, with Beodrid at my heels, though I looked for the Hilarity as I saw Beodrid stuttering - actually stuttering.
I thought that was adorable, and then decided to leave him to regain his composure.
Now we go to the present. I snuck up behind Beodrid, overwhelming him, and leaned over him eagerly as he scampered to somehow get away from this akward closeness. He is very easy to overwhelm when time comes for it...
But anyway, I could no longer deny that this gentleman, who had been so patient with my earlier tantrums, had somehow managed to capture my heart.
And that was when I found out he felt the same.
Oh joy! I dragged him to the backrooms and attempted to have a hearty talk about it. After many subtle gestures and clues (it had taken him this long to realize) he began to see what I meant. Then, when our feelings were openly known to each other, I did not hesitate to kiss him.
Apparently, he was extraordinarily smitten with me... how?
