Whimsies by Grundy

Waistcoat

“You may well blind someone in that,” Maeglin said, warily eying the new waistcoat Egalmoth was showing off.

He had over the past years grown accustomed to the Ondolindrim’s love of gaudy hues and glittering gems, but the jewel-encrusted garment sparkling in every color of the rainbow seemed a bit much even by their standards.

“Lad,” the Lord of the Heavenly Arch sighed, “just because you don’t like bright colors doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t. A little cheer harms no one.”

“Cheer might not,” Maeglin replied, “but all those cut stones worked into the coat are another matter.”