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Elrohir and the vampire Armand

The elf had to admit that he was a little nervous about going to tonight's vampire ball. He had almost said no when Armand had asked him to attend with him.  And came closer yet to saying no when he found out that his twin brother and vampire brother-in-law were not going to be in attendance.  He was not sure how he was going to react to meeting all of the other vampires that drifted in and out of Armand's life.

Still, the truth of the matter was that he would do just about anything to please the divine red haired vampire and bring that devious smile to his boyish face.  He had been struck almost from the first moment of meeting Armand and often looked forward to any all all chances to trade teasing flirty remarks with him.  Tonight, he was sure, would be no different.

He pulled on his tight pair of black leggings and momentarily admired the look of his own legs and rear in the fabric designed to entice his companion.  Sitting down he pulled on the knee high soft leather boots and dusted them free of invisible dirt.  The boots had almost no soul as at six feet and five inches tall he did not need any more height over his date.

He pulled on the deep blue and gold sherwani he had purchased and smoothed the lovely form fitting fabric into place over his long waist.  The image of the silver eyed elf in the mirror was quite impressive even to himself and he felt his heart speed up a bit as he thought of the look in Armand's eyes when he would first lay eyes on him tonight.

Finally Elrohir took up the black and gold mask and tied it into place.  He was careful to keep the ties above his pointed ears, his hair loose yet styled in such a way as to show off the grande feature that set him apart from most everyone else in this modern world.

The young elf lord moved along behind the elder at a quiet and subdued pace, his silver eyes distant and uninterested as they entered the hall in which this grand welcoming party was being held.  He had to admit, in that moment he was extremely jealous of Elladan.  His twin brother, and the named heir of Imladris, had excused himself from the festivities by Lord Elrond's command.  The lord of Rivendell had not wished for the worlds first impression of the elves to be one of him and his son fighting.  Thus it had fallen to Elrohir to make the appearance of proper young elf lord.

He could have rolled his eyes.  All around him there were men and woman dressed in their fanciest clothing as they ate and drank their way around the room.  Each one was supposed to be someone important.  Someone from all walks of life and an of some interest to Lord Elrond as potential new friends for Imladris.  Again Elrohir felt he could have yawned.

The reason Elladan had been named first heir to Imladris had been quite simple really, Elladan was serious and pompous enough to withstand these stuffy affairs of meeting with other stuffy and boring individuals.  It had never been in Elrohir's nature to even want to rule Rivendell, let alone deal with the people his father dealt with on a day to day basis.  As he thought about it, it was almost amusing that it had been Elladan to run off into New Orleans and get lost among the mortals, or immortal undead.  Truly one would have thought it would have been Elrohir to have acted so recklessly. 

He stopped at Elrond stopped, his father speaking to another of the businessmen.  He was briefly introduced, though the man paid little mind to the younger elf, his target being the tall figure of Elrond.  Bored he began to scan the room, bright silver eyes marking each person one by one.

In the distance, just as he had been about to return to blankly staring at the back of his father's head, he noticed a fair red haired male.  The skin was too pale, too perfect.  Everything about this person was just a little too perfect.  A little too beautiful.  Much like most elves he could have been mistaken for a she if he chose, yet Elrohir knew without a doubt he was a he.  And he was proud of it.

Elrohir also knew without a doubt that he was one of them.  A vampire posing and parading among the mortals as if he were one.  From the looks of the humans around him it was working quite well.  Yet it did not fool Elrohir for a moment.  He had seen Elladan's vampire more than once up close, the unnatural beauty of vampiric death was enough to rival the beauty of the elves.