"Even the ambassador is present at our marriage!" said proud Alisha, as she hold the hand of her groom. Hastur "The Lame" Firemane was clearly umcomfortable in his own wedding party, with so many people around, of his own old village of Al'Jathis, aside from the servants and slaves of the high elven palace of the Manwë in Thilien, who where there enjoying free food, music and dance. The presence of the Ambassador Manwë and some of his concubines was indeed a surprise, as often the High elves looked down the wild elven traditions and festivities.
"He is only there for the free-booze, that freeloader" said Hastur, frowning.
"Oh, don't be like that!" smiled Alisha, as she dragged Hastur around.
"I didn't wanted to dance because my leg hurt! You will breake it again!" protested Hastur, as Alisha make him be way more sozial that he wanted.
"Hey! Neat headdress!" said Luthien to the niece of Hastur.
"Thanks! It was a gift from my husband!" said Fluffy.
"Oh! It's nice! But I don't recognice the patron..."
"It's orcish!" she said.
"Oh! How exotic!"
I was thinking in making one, two or three pics before this one, but I didn't liked much the sketches, so maybe later I will do them.