"Have I ever told you how I love you?" Huinesoron, the sexiest Elf in this side of the sea, said in Quenya. Her only reply was to wrap herself around him tighter.
The Elven Feet Pole glared at them from the corner of the room, where it leaned on the wall. If it would have had arms, it would have crossed them. I thought you were mine! it seemed to be telling Huinesoron - in Sindarin, of course.
Quenya snorted derisively. The Elf was hers, all hers! It was sweet, sweet victory at last! It surprised her greatly when she felt him leave her warm embrace.
"I am sorry," Huinesoron was saying, "but seeing the poor Pole out there, all alone, tall and hard, stirs the famous Elvish mercy within me. I must do something."
And so he went and picked the Elven Feet Pole up. His next step was equally surprising - he thrust it into Quenya before jumping back in himself. "Now we are one."