[She can see that her irritation only seems to bring him amusement, which does little but make her feel yet more irritated. However, Tauriel has had much experience swallowing her anger, having spent six centuries in the court of a king whom she loved dearly but had something of a mercurial temper, and so she does little more than continue to frown at him, her back as straight as one of the arrows she still misses keenly at her hip.
At least he apologizes, although it seems somewhat less than sincere. Still, Tauriel is willing enough to accept it, especially when he outs himself as a pirate.] Ah, well. That explains much. [Tauriel has never met a pirate before, for she has always avoided the sea, fearful that she might hear the call of the gull on the shore and be filled with a longing to sail off towards the Grey Havens, abandoning her life on Middle Earth in order to live with the Valinor. Still, she has heard plenty of stories of pirates and their ilk, and she likes to think she has some grasp of their ways.
At least in theory.]
That is no concern of yours. [For a moment, she feels a tug in her breast, as if there is a string attached to her heart and someone is pulling at it. It has her breath stuttering in her lungs briefly, and she closes her eyes in an effort to force composure back upon herself. Grief is a private thing, and she will not share it with this...this pirate.]
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At least he apologizes, although it seems somewhat less than sincere. Still, Tauriel is willing enough to accept it, especially when he outs himself as a pirate.] Ah, well. That explains much. [Tauriel has never met a pirate before, for she has always avoided the sea, fearful that she might hear the call of the gull on the shore and be filled with a longing to sail off towards the Grey Havens, abandoning her life on Middle Earth in order to live with the Valinor. Still, she has heard plenty of stories of pirates and their ilk, and she likes to think she has some grasp of their ways.
At least in theory.]
That is no concern of yours. [For a moment, she feels a tug in her breast, as if there is a string attached to her heart and someone is pulling at it. It has her breath stuttering in her lungs briefly, and she closes her eyes in an effort to force composure back upon herself. Grief is a private thing, and she will not share it with this...this pirate.]