Culture Clash

He just stood there, unable to move. All had began so romantic, but suddenly she had slapped him on the cheek, screeched and shouted words that a fine lady should not even know, and finally ran away.

And poor Elfwine had no idea what had happened. Was it something he had said?
Impossible, he had complimented her, even told her that her beauty rivaled the black beauty that was his Meara. What higher praise was there?

He shook his head and decided that she was not right in the head, no wonder with all this elvish blood.
Curse these ambitious fathers.
Not for all the horses in Middle-earth would he marry that...prissy girl, princess or no.