Misthaven... [For a moment, she pauses to think; there are many forests in Middle Earth, and many have multiple names, for each race will name the things it comes across, and more names are added as time goes by. To the Eldar, who are tied to the earth until it is torn asunder, the ever-changing names of forests and field alike can become somewhat confusing. But even with her excellent memory, Tauriel must concede his point, for she has never heard of such a place.
Nor has she heard of Maine, but a land without magic...] How terrible. [Tauriel has no real gift with magic to speak of, but her king has some skills, and of course, there are the wizards who wield great power that still roam the land. To think there is a land with no magic at all! It sounds like a dreadful place.] I am afraid I must concede defeat, for I have heard of no such place.
[Well, at least he introduced himself, even if it was somewhat belated. Abruptly, Tauriel realizes she has likewise failed to greet her surprise visitor properly, and she stands, sketching the shallow bow of respect from a soldier to a person of unknown rank. For all that she is no longer part of Mirkwood's Guards, there is familiarity in routine, and she doubts she will ever rid herself of the instincts that have been drilled into her for so many long centuries.] I am Tauriel. Ni veren an gi ngovaned.
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Nor has she heard of Maine, but a land without magic...] How terrible. [Tauriel has no real gift with magic to speak of, but her king has some skills, and of course, there are the wizards who wield great power that still roam the land. To think there is a land with no magic at all! It sounds like a dreadful place.] I am afraid I must concede defeat, for I have heard of no such place.
[Well, at least he introduced himself, even if it was somewhat belated. Abruptly, Tauriel realizes she has likewise failed to greet her surprise visitor properly, and she stands, sketching the shallow bow of respect from a soldier to a person of unknown rank. For all that she is no longer part of Mirkwood's Guards, there is familiarity in routine, and she doubts she will ever rid herself of the instincts that have been drilled into her for so many long centuries.] I am Tauriel. Ni veren an gi ngovaned.