“I am no skilled dancer,” Cierre lamented, as she lay between the Sons of Elrond. “I merely carry their costumes and restrain overly enthusiastic or aggressive members of the audience. I yearn for something more challenging. I have heard of a barren waste of grinding ice, far to the north, and I intend to lead an expedition to explore it.”
“The Helcaraxë? Challenging indeed,” said Elladan.
“A worthy task for heroes,” said Elrohir.
“I will need companions,” Cierre hinted.
“I’m in,” said Elladan.
“And I’m in,” Elrohir added.
“Yes,” said Cierre, wiggling her hips, “but will you join my expedition?”