"Elrond, I… I have a question."
Elrond smiled warmly at his friend. "Ask me anything, Thranduil."
"Well," the Elvenking began, fidgeting nervously, "this might sound
strange… I know it will, and I don't want to… offend you… or make
you
uncomfortable--" Thranduil's rambling was cut off as Elrond touched
his hand.
"Thranduil, you are my closest friend. And more," he added shyly,
squeezing his hand. "You may ask me anything."
Thranduil blushed, leaning closer. "It's just that I… have the most
irresistible urge to…"
Elrond shivered slightly. "Go on."
"Elrond, may I… May I…"
"Yes?"
"May I lick your eyebrows?"
