May I Have This Dance?

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Okay everyone, this is a request for my best friend hufflepuffturtle (you seriously need to check her out if you can; she writes similar stuff to this). It's verrrryyyyy different. We had an agreement that if she wrote a Legolas one shot that took place in the 1920's, I'd write one that took place in the 60s. It's also roughly based on my first slow dance, just obviously with a different setting & person. I hope everyone likes it. It was a lot of fun to write!
Warning: Flufffff

Why did I even come to this place. You tried not to frown when you walked in to the room. There were people of all sizes, shapes,, and, well, definitely hairstyles. If you had a dollar for each beehive, afro, rebellious pixie cut, or any hairstyle that required approximately 23 cans of hairspray, maybe you wouldn't be drowning in student loans. You were in the pits of the underworld, aka a college party.
Why did you go? Your friend, Elyse from one of your classes, dragged you into it. She herself had said that she didn't want to go, but she had felt left out because everyone was going to it. Elyse was a couple inches taller than you (although you weren't exactly tall), and she had blonde pixie cut hairstyle. She had steel blue eyes and a wide, welcoming smile with a loud laugh.

You sighed as you noticed her waving frantically at you. She was in the corner, tapping her foot to "I Want To Hold Your Hand" by the Beatles which was playing. You liked that song, but not when it was blasting in your ears.

Elyse rushed up to you and hugged you, "Y/N! I'm so glad that you came. It would've been a bummer if you didn't. The party's kind of groovy anyways, you dig?"

"Yeah... I just hope that no one asks me to dance, though. Between you and me, I've never slow danced before."

"I haven't either. Honestly, I don't think anyone would want to dance with me," Elyse looked around and then slightly lowered her voice, "I've heard that some of the dudes are asking people to dance who aren't on the dance floor."

You grimaced, "That's a bummer, Elyse. We better stay around here in the corner, then," you absentmindedly responded. Something, or someone had caught your eye. Legolas. He was simply the life of the party. Everyone loved him. You had never really talked to him, except the occasional "hi," which already took enough effort. You didn't even know if he had a girlfriend or not. He probably does...

Elyse nudged you, "Something on your mind?"

You smiled sheepishly, "More like someone."

"Ooh," Elyse wiggled her eyebrows, "Who's the fine man?"

You laughed lightly and inconspicuously gestured to Legolas, "Him. Ever since school started, he hasn't been off my mind," you smiled and tapped your foot to the beat of "I'm A Believer" by the Monkees.

"Ah, I see. I have a crush too. Robert is a hunk."

You tried not to frown. Robert looked like an off-brand version of Paul McCartney.

You and Elyse chatted on and on about crushes, being awkward, college, and many other things. Despite having fun with her, your mind and eyes were still focused on Legolas.


I swirled my cup of fruit punch and hummed to the tune of "At Last" by the Etta James. I almost spat out my fruit punch when I saw a certain someone in the crowd: Y/N. Ever since I found out about the party, I had been thinking of the possibility of dancing with her, yet I wasn't exactly sure how to ask her. I just can't stop thinking about her. She's been on my mind ever since I saw her. She's so beautiful... and so sweet. I have to ask her before it's too late. Maybe I'll play it cool and ask both Elyse and her to dance. I took in a deep breath and then downed the rest of my fruit punch while smoothing down my hair. I threw the cup away and worked my way through the dancing crowd towards Y/N.

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