▪ I'm actually

a hobbit, my dear friend ━ ❜ Firiel Cotton; a mix of elf and hobbit. ❝ I have to say, the only thing that is hobbit-like is my height. ❞ indie the hobbit rper; multi verse + ship.

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———— Aureriel smiled brightly as she turned to face Firiel fully, “I thank you, mellon." she replied with a slight bow of her head before playing with a piece of her golden hair, rubbing it between her fingers. "I have been told it looks just like my Lady Mother’s hair. Tell me, what is your name?" Aureriel asked her smile never failing as she studied Firiel for a moment with her bright blue eyes. In truth, her hair was like her mother’s, the Lady Galadriel, in fact Aureriel was almost a perfect copy of the Lady of Light. 

[firieel]

       ⊰✩ — Firiel. ⊱ 

    She widened her smile, to mirror Aureriels bright smile on her  own     features, returning her bow with  a  slight  bow  of  her  own  head.    ❝ If I am not mistaken your mother is Lady Galadriel, so I can      only agree, your hair is just as pretty.  Oh  --  I'm Fíriel. ❞ And      another bow of Firiels head. She had  to  look  up,  like  almost  al-      ways, considering she was only the height of a hobbit. Sometimes     she had wished for hair as golden as Aureriels, instead of her dark      brown locks. 

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[firieel]

Yees, though my italian may be even worse than my german, honestly.  Same! German is such a.. disgusting language, which is why I rarely ever speak it, even though I live in germany, I keep pretending I only know english if I can, heh. 

Well, I used to have French in school for about.. two years, but I never paid attention, and all I can say is hello, and mon cher, probably-- 

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Oh my, thank you! Your english is great too, though. I am from.. italy, actually, but living in germany, english is my fourth language so it tends to get a little.. confusing? I guess you could say so. ;;

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 sheisthesxnlight;;                ⊰✩ — Firiel. ⊱ 

     Firiel had been sitting on some sort of bench for quite a while,       watching a elleth with golden hair, maybe she was  staring --       and so far the other hadn't noticed it, not until now when she       turned around, the short females gaze shifted to the side,  so       she could pretend she  hasn't  been  watching,  only  to  then       look back to the other, lips curling into  a  slight  smile  as  she       motioned  her  hand  towards  the  she-elves  golden  hair. 

                                      ❝ Your hair is pretty, it's shining a little,                                             excuse  my  staring,  hiril vuin. ❞

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                         “It wasn’t that funny, get off                           your high horse, nin mellon.                           I don’t know what you find                           so funny about it, it was —                           just pretty mean.”

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   ⊰✩ — Firiel. ⊱ 

                             ❝ It's not my fault you apparently can't                                    walk through a forest without tripping                                   at least five times! You  also  had  a                                    rather funny look on your face, oh, I                                    wish you could've seen your face. ❞

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  She was drenched, from head to toes — toes curling up from the cold inside her shoes. Indeed, the small bath taken by inadvertence was probably not the idea of the century. 

All thanks to the sudden and unexpected intervention of this.. Individual. Rubbing her freezing fingers together, her body shaking in her wet attire, the red head was staring at the small girl in front of her. " ——- F—F-FFunny… And glacial !"

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    ⊰✩ — Firiel. ⊱ 

                        ❝ I'd offer you .. a blanket, or something of                              that sort, but as you can  see  --  I  have                              nothing like  that  with  me  right  now. ❞

   The females always sweet smile was, of course, present at  the  moment,     and Fíriel knew it wasn't exactly  nice  to  laugh  at  the  taller  womans --     misery, she could imagine how could it must be. Her brown locks bounced    a little as she took off her jacket, with a few careful steps getting  closer  to     the other, to offer her the piece of clothing. 

                            ❝ Might be too small, but surely enough to                                  at least dry your hair a little.❞

[firieel]

 ⊰✩ -- Firiel. ⊱ 

                                       ❝ You have to admit it was funny,                                             it wasn't my  intention  to  make                                             you feel bad, but  it  was funny.❞

[firieel]

❝ I'm actually .. a hobbit, or well half of me is.❞

-- 5+ years roleplay experience, 4 on tumblr!  -- pretty much new to the The Hobbit roleplay, so .. shy.  -- OC/Crossover friendly!  -- I have no clue how to photoshop, so don't judge this graphic thing.  -- icons preferred, script, para & action. ( I can do Novella, but it takes me years to reply. )