[To say that Tauriel had not expected her door to open without warning is something of an understatement. The instant the hinges start to creak, she whirls around and settles into a defensive posture; what she wouldn't give for her daggers right about now!
But it would appear that whoever opened her door is not here to attack her, simply gawp at her for a moment before, at least, apologizing for barging in on her.
Her wary expression brightens momentarily when he speaks, as she has mistaken his meaning.]
I am from Mirkwood Forest, yes. [Finally, someone who recognizes her, or at least her race. Nobody here seems to have heard of elves or dwarves or hobbits, and it is incredibly unsettling. She smiles, relieved, and straightens, letting her hands fall to her sides.] From whence do you hail, human? You have the look of Gondor about you.
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But it would appear that whoever opened her door is not here to attack her, simply gawp at her for a moment before, at least, apologizing for barging in on her.
Her wary expression brightens momentarily when he speaks, as she has mistaken his meaning.]
I am from Mirkwood Forest, yes. [Finally, someone who recognizes her, or at least her race. Nobody here seems to have heard of elves or dwarves or hobbits, and it is incredibly unsettling. She smiles, relieved, and straightens, letting her hands fall to her sides.] From whence do you hail, human? You have the look of Gondor about you.