Smiling to herself, she squeezes his fingers through her own. "Even after you decided to wrestle with the wargs?"
She's been riding in an éored since she was sixteen, pledged to live a soldier's life at the same age many of her peers were setting their caps at soldiers themselves. She's killed more orcs and wargs than she can count, and her fair share of men, too. She still likes to be told she's pretty by a handsome man, that he's glad to have met her.
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Date: 2020-09-11 07:30 pm (UTC)She's been riding in an éored since she was sixteen, pledged to live a soldier's life at the same age many of her peers were setting their caps at soldiers themselves. She's killed more orcs and wargs than she can count, and her fair share of men, too. She still likes to be told she's pretty by a handsome man, that he's glad to have met her.