"It isn't magic, even though it looks that way." He's not sure how much to say here, how to explain his appearance or if he even should. If he's stuck here, then the simple fact of the matter is he needs to make allies, and the Rohirrim aren't a bad bunch to have on his side. As surreal as the situation is, he has to find a way to explain it that will be as believable as possible.
Deciding on a half truth, he holds up his hand to show her the device wrapped around his palm. "I come from the future," he says, completely deadpan, "and I've traveled here using this. It's a machine made by people a lot smarter than me, and it brought me to a time so far-removed from mine that the stories of this place have become myths." It's true, after a fashion, which he hopes is good enough to appease her, even as far-fetched as it sounds.
"And," he adds, "you can call me Steve. Rogers is my family's name. I'm just Steve."
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Date: 2019-05-13 04:53 am (UTC)Deciding on a half truth, he holds up his hand to show her the device wrapped around his palm. "I come from the future," he says, completely deadpan, "and I've traveled here using this. It's a machine made by people a lot smarter than me, and it brought me to a time so far-removed from mine that the stories of this place have become myths." It's true, after a fashion, which he hopes is good enough to appease her, even as far-fetched as it sounds.
"And," he adds, "you can call me Steve. Rogers is my family's name. I'm just Steve."