Felicity and Galad
Galad had, quite honestly, forgotten about the party. He was lost in her kiss. Kissing an elf was different than kissing others. Humans had iron in their blood and it was something he picked up on when making out with them. It wasn't enough to harm him, but elves were sensitive to iron and avoided it when they could. Kissing an elf, especially a full blooded one like Felicity, was like tasting a piece of his home.
And with his betrothed, it was like actually arriving there.
The kiss ended too soon, as it always did, and Galad started to pout before he caught on to what she was saying. "Where can I meet you?" he wasn't even going to pretend he didn't want more of that.