Envinyata: Aesthetic Viewpoint
Constance squinted up into the branches of a very large tree. "What are you doing?"
"Sitting," Dafydd replied, leaning back against the trunk.
"Yes, I can see that..." Constance swung herself up onto the lowest branch. "Any particular reason you're sitting in a tree, of all things?"
"I... like trees? Is that allowed?"
Constance rolled her eyes and gripped the branch for balance. "They're not really comfortable, though."
"Yes, yes they are."
"They're all rough and hard..." Constance patted the tree branch absently, despite her uncomplimentary words.
"But you can see so far from them." There was a pause, and Constance had just opened her mouth to say something when Dafydd added, impatiently, "And you're only a few feet off the ground, so before you contradict me, take note of that."
"Noted. Now do I get to contradict you?"
Dafydd sighed his best long-suffering sigh. Constance grinned, and started climbing up higher. Before long she reached Dafydd, and perched carefully next to him.
They looked out over the valley, together. Quietly, Dafydd asked, "Still feel like contradicting me?"
". . . no, I don't think I will," she said with a smile.
He nodded, and looked at her. "You're going to fall off, you know."
Constance stuck her tongue out at him, and he laughed, wrapping a steadying arm around her waist. "So have I convinced you?"
"Mm, of what?" she asked, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"The loveliness of trees, as I recall."
Constance looked up at him and smiled. "You know, I do believe you have.” She poked at his ribs. “Now, the real reason you were sitting in the tree, please."
Dafydd's face was the picture of innocence. "I told you, you can see so much from trees."
"So much, such a-" And her gaze fell upon a lake, a short distance away down the hill. "Oh. No. No you did not."
"I did. And speaking of which, your hair is still wet, so if you'd mind moving your head..."
"Not a problem." With a deadly calm smile, she shoved him off the tree branch.
Dafydd yelped, and twisted his body around so that he landed harmlessly in a roll. "You could have killed me! That punishment did not match the crime!"
Constance dropped down rather less precipitously beside him. "I knew you'd be okay, elf-boy. Now,” she leant forward and glowered, “never do that again, mmkay?” She grinned. “If you wanted to join me, you only had to ask."
Dafydd frowned. "But I didn't want to join you; I don't enjoy cold water.” He reached over and tugged on a strand of her hair. “This way I got all the benefits of watching you bathe, with none of the disadvantages."
"But," she pointed out, twining her arms around him, though he remained pensive and unresponsive, "you could've watched from closer up."
There was a brief pause as he considered this. "Okay, yeah, true." And he hugged her gently. "But it was more fun to do it this way."
She giggled, ducking her head to hide her blush. "I'm sorry for pushing you out of the tree, by the way..."
Dafydd looked down at her, silent for a moment, then he smirked. Constance’s eyes went wide.
And he scooped her up in his arms and ran headlong down the hill. Constance clung to his neck in sheer terror, but couldn’t keep her grip when he skidded to a halt. She flew forward, arcing through the air, and plunged back into the lake.
She came up spluttering, rubbing water out of her eyes, and had to tread water furiously to compensate for the added weight of her clothes. “I,” she managed, glaring daggers at her fiance, “you-“
Dafydd was sitting on the shingle bank, leaning back on his hands and smiling contentedly. “I forgive you.”
“How terribly kind of you,” Constance gasped, finding her footing at last. She staggered forward into the shallows, then grabbed the elf by the ankle and yanked him down into the water. “I forgive you too.”
Dafydd pushed up onto his knees. He shook his head furiously, water flying from his long hair. “Oh, you owe me now,” he said in a low voice.
“Yeah?” Constance planted her hand on her hip. “The way I figure it, we’re just about even.”
“You threw me out of a tree.” The elf clambered to his feet and looked her up and down. “A tree which gave me a very nice view.”
Constance started to reply, then hesitated at the look in his eyes. “You know,” she said slowly, “I might just take another swim, while I’m here. If you’ll hold my clothes for me?”
“I’m sure I could help out.” Dafydd squeezed out the hem of his tunic, then reached out and ran a finger through his fiancée’s hair. "And this time, my dear, I'm watching from closer up."
Disclaimer: Middle-earth and everything in it was created by J.R.R. Tolkien. The PPC is the work of Jay and Acacia. Dafydd is mine, and Constance belongs to Kaitlyn.
Huinesoron's Note: This story was originally written by Kaitlyn. I've tweaked it a little to fit it into the timeline, but mostly left it alone.