You were stuck in the corner of the feast in Gondolin, your hands holding a chalice of wine as you sipped on it and laughed over a certain topic with Ecthelion.

However a certain golden-haired elf was watching you and his best friend for what seemed to be either idless chatting or flirting.

And the latter option caused him to grab you suddenly by the wrist and drag you a bit away from the gathering.