It all started as a normal conversation. Carvireth was in town. Dryn, Carvireth, and I were talking to Arnbur, a dwarrow. Morrigon who is Dryn's friend was there as well. She is a very innocent lass of about eleven winters...
I noticed the dress Carvireth was wearing. It was new. I couldn't help myself, it was white silks and satin. I reached my hand out to feel the silks and asked her what it was made out of. The she-elf swatted my hand away and said, "What are you doing?" She seemed annoyed... "Yes... it is silk." I flushed a bit and backed away, "Erm... I just... know a bit about dresses?"
Carvireth narrowed her eyes, "Good for you... Now don't touch me again." She turned back towards Arnbur and resumed talking.
I walked towards the fountain, muttering under my breath in Haradric. I hoisted myself onto the stone ledge and perched on the fountain, looking around. Morrigon walked over to me, grinning, "So you like dresses, huh?"
I nod and smile sheepishly, "Yes I do..."
Morrigon blinks innocently and tilts her head, "Huh... I thought only girls did..."
I turned a little redder and begin to stutter, "Er... Ah... W-Well... It is mostly girls who like dresses..."
Morrigon stared at me, not blinking for several moments before she speaks, "Hmm... Well were you trying to take the elf's dress off? You seemed to really like it."
Arnbur, Carvireth and Dryn all look at us in shock. The she-elf blushes.
I cough awkwardly, "N-No... I just wanted to feel the silk... To determine it's quality."
The girl nods slightly, "Oh... I don't think you'd look good in a dress anyways..." She skips back over to the group and beams up at the elf, "Do you want me to give him your dress later?"
Carvireth gives a nervous laugh and pats her head, "Nay, little one..."
I can see the dwarf and my son restraining their laughs... I flush a bit more...
Morrigon pipes up again, "That dress looks like a wedding dress! I don't think he'll be getting married anytime soon... so never mind!" She giggles obliviously.
Carvireth sighed, "Ironically little one, this is my wedding dress..."
The dwarf regains his composure... Barely. Dryn blinks and looks up to Carvireth, "You're married?!"
Morrigon giggles again, "Oh well! You look better in it anyways! I'm sure if he wore it I'd be scared!"
I retort before I realize what I am saying, "Actually, I look quite good in a dress, thank you!" My eyes widen in horror at what I had just said. I clamp both of my hands over my mouth and flush a deep crimson that matches the robes I was wearing that day.
Everyone looks towards me with shocked, blank expressions. Carvireth murmurs, "Oh Eru help us... That child ... has no clue." Arnbur mutters, "Mahal give me the self control." The dwarf laughs and says, "I have never seen a Southerner look so tomato like..."
"Why would a male wear dresses unless..." Morrigon finally puts two and two together. She swallows and steps back and states rather bluntly, and loudly, "He's a queer."
I drop my hands and stare at her with dropped jaw. I cannot believe she had the nerve to say that! Oh, by the Gods! I hope she doesn't tell her father!
Arnbur puts his face down, holding it with one palm and rubbing his temples, chuckling silently and shaking my head, "Never in my one hundred and thirty years..."
Morrigon calls out... Nay, she SCREAMS out, "He's a queer that likes males! Women back off!" She grins impishly and runs for her dear life!
I stare after her in complete and utter shock, my face as red as an Angmarim's robes. Wonderful... Now half of Bree knows I sleep with men and wear dresses...
