"I hope you were not planning on using that sword on me, Dwarf," she spoke, her voice as soft as silk but cold as a winter's night. "For I am unarmed. I am only here to enjoy the beauty of nature." The she-elf finally looked up with her pale, unnaturally blue eyes, curious as to whom this person was. "I have never met a Dwarf before." (Hi! I hope this is okay .__. Bsjzbxjx )
Elves. Why was it always elves crossing his path?
While this one appeared far different from others he had see, she was no less an elf, and not something he wanted to deal with at the moment. Thorin held tightly to the hilt of his weapon, lowering it slightly though the tip remained pointed in her direction. "And now that you have, you can continue on your way," he said gruffly.