‘A smile is nearly always inspired by another smile.’
The words come back to me that I read from the ‘fortune cookie’ as I watch him rise from the table, quietly drawing everyone’s attention. There weren’t many of us, mostly Artisans, blacksmiths, a noble or two that made up the members of his impromptu dinner party.
He had a lovely smile, I thought as his charcoal eyes met mine. I pressed my teeth together. It wouldn’t do to be acting like a giddy youngling right in front of some of the most respected elves in Eriador. I mentally scolded myself then proceeded to keep that calm all knowing expression on my face that every leader adopts at one point or another.
Annatar stood straight and proud at the end of the table, shoulders back head high. “I hope the meal was to everyone’s taste?” He said, that infuriatingly gorgeous smile hovering over his lips.
Erestor was sat next to me, his dark hair hastily shoved behind his back, as usual. He tipped his wine glass in Annatar’s direction, “It was pleasant enough. May I ask where the delightful cookies were from? I’m afraid I haven’t seen them before.” His piercing councillor’s eyes were fixed on Annatar’s face.
“You may. They are gifts from the Far East, my friends. But keep their words of wisdom to yourself; the people there believe it unlucky to utter them to others” He smiled at me again. “Let me interrupt for a moment to Toast an Ellon who’s hard-working and determination has put even I to shame.”
I felt myself going red in the face, but I kept my head high and didn’t lower my gaze. I wanted to. But I didn’t. It would be much easier if he stopped looking at me, I thought. Though secretly pleased that he was.
Annatar cleared his throat, “As I was saying, this goes to someone who without his stubbornness and bloody sheer will, we would never be this close to completing our goals; To Celebrimbor!”
A chorus of ‘Hear Hears’ and ‘Well done you’ echoed across the room. I stood and mock bowed picking up my glass as Erestor nearly knocked it off the table to clasp my shoulder. I looked up.
He was staring at me, his charcoal eyes bright. He nodded and smiled that slow burning smile that melted my insides. I couldn’t help but smile back.
prompted by Alquien's 'Fortune Cookie Challenge' - fortune number 12 - ' a smile is nearly always inspired by another smile'
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