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Finrod caught a glimpse of golden hair at the edge of the crowd while he spun a maiden across the dance floor. From what he could see, the girl was unhappy, a frown marring her youthful face. An idea began to form. As soon as the dance ended, he excused himself from the maiden's presence and made his way toward the edge of the crowd, procuring a violet flower along the way. Stopping in front of the golden haired maiden, he bowed and kissed her hand, tucking the flower into her hair.

"My lady sister, will you dance with me?"