Prompt: courtship/dating, identity, the late bloomer, experimenting with clothes
Very early Third Age, Imladris
Elrond shucked off the green-embroidered robe, groaning.
"How about the blue one?" suggested Erestor. "The sleeves are shorter, and you won't blend in with the trees."
Elrond pointed to his brightest robe, discarded several changes ago. "That one, I guess. If I'm going to feel like I'm on fire, I suppose I should look the part."
"You weren't ready for this, were you?" Erestor concluded.
"No, I never thought I would care for this sort of thing. Too busy fighting. But Celebrían! Is she not perfect, Erestor?"
"Yes, yes," Erestor soothed, smiling unnoticed as he handed Elrond the red robe.
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