[The names the young woman rattles off is utterly unfamiliar to her, but Tauriel tries not to let her confusion show too obviously. She has never heard of Puerto Rico, wherever that is, and it doesn't even sound like any language she has ever learned. Still, she finds her eyebrows quirking together and she glances around briefly, like she will be able to orient herself with no sun in the sky and no stars to recognize through the heavy mist outside the windows.]
Northeast...of where? [The North East of the world she knows is her home, and while it does rain often in Mirkwood, especially in the springtime, the view outside the windows is not one familiar to her.]
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Northeast...of where? [The North East of the world she knows is her home, and while it does rain often in Mirkwood, especially in the springtime, the view outside the windows is not one familiar to her.]