"Oh, I know all about the elves and the dwarves," she says, waving a hand dismissively. That's not news to her. Elves live until they die, and dwarves nearly as long as that, that's not interesting any more. What's interesting is that this man beside her, who she might have said was somewhere in his thirties if she had to guess, is old enough to have known her great-grandfather.
Maybe he did. Isn't that a thought.
Strangely enough, she doesn't want to bed him any less. He may have visited Edoras when it was little more than a hamlet on a rock and not the bustling capitol it is now, but that doesn't dampen her interest in him at all.
"No, you aren't so scary at all," she says eventually, reaching up to pluck a bit of straw out of his hair, pleased by the way he talks so gently to his new horse.
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Date: 2020-09-02 03:21 pm (UTC)Maybe he did. Isn't that a thought.
Strangely enough, she doesn't want to bed him any less. He may have visited Edoras when it was little more than a hamlet on a rock and not the bustling capitol it is now, but that doesn't dampen her interest in him at all.
"No, you aren't so scary at all," she says eventually, reaching up to pluck a bit of straw out of his hair, pleased by the way he talks so gently to his new horse.