(for something this silly, I am skipping the diacritical marks)

Pick of the Litter

"Ow!"

Varda, looking innocent, tucked her foot back under the table. Nessa rubbed her knee and glared at her.

"You can't run forever. Have you made a decision yet?"

"I suppose." Nessa scowled. "Why do I have to marry anyway?"

Varda risked a glance upward. "Some questions you just don't ask."

"Not like there's much choice." Nessa warmed to her theme. "You've spoken for Manwe. Yavanna'd kill me if I looked twice at Aule."

"Irmo?"

Nessa shuddered. "He gives me the creeps, as bad as Namo."

"So it's…"

"Not my brother Orome, so, Tulkas." Nessa shrugged. "He makes me laugh."

(100 words)