[She may yet still sock him, as it were, should he take any more liberties, but at the moment, the desire to strike has passed and he will be safe from the blows of her fists.
She can tell even before he opens his mouth that she will be disappointed by his response, his eyebrows draw together slightly and his lips quirk downward regretfully, and Tauriel's shoulders slump for the briefest of moments.
Alone. She is still alone, surrounded by strangers who bear no resemblance to anything she has ever known to be familiar.]
I have heard of every forest in Middle Earth, human. [Wow, rude much? A woodland elf knows of every forest in the land, and holds each of them dearly in their heart. Though not quite as dearly as their own, of course. Even poisoned by the shadow of Dol Guldur, Mirkwood will forever be the loveliest forest in all of Middle Earth, by her approximation.
She lets out the barest slip of a sigh and settles down on the edge of her bed, her hands folding in her lap. She is too tired to stand.] Yes, I was afraid of that. Which world do you belong to, then?
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She can tell even before he opens his mouth that she will be disappointed by his response, his eyebrows draw together slightly and his lips quirk downward regretfully, and Tauriel's shoulders slump for the briefest of moments.
Alone. She is still alone, surrounded by strangers who bear no resemblance to anything she has ever known to be familiar.]
I have heard of every forest in Middle Earth, human. [Wow, rude much? A woodland elf knows of every forest in the land, and holds each of them dearly in their heart. Though not quite as dearly as their own, of course. Even poisoned by the shadow of Dol Guldur, Mirkwood will forever be the loveliest forest in all of Middle Earth, by her approximation.
She lets out the barest slip of a sigh and settles down on the edge of her bed, her hands folding in her lap. She is too tired to stand.] Yes, I was afraid of that. Which world do you belong to, then?