Jun 7, 2013
Welcome gothic-death-god
"Welcome shinigami. What sends you to me?"
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Welcome gothic-death-god
"Welcome shinigami. What sends you to me?"
Bella blinked a few times and thought over his words. Well she had heard there were elves along with other races besides that of man in Middle Earth but she had never meet one other then the orcs. "I'm Bella," she smiled,"And yes at a time I was but now a something else."
“Well met, Bella.” Her reply made no sense to him though and so he inquired further. “You were mortal, but no longer? Are you now possessing eternal life instead?”
"You've got the legs for it," she sighed and tugged the back of the skirt so it fell lower. "Just be careful when you been over," she told him.
“Thank you.” he muttered, both for her compliment and her helpful adjustments. “I cannot quite explain it, but it is not so bad to wear it.”
"May I ask why you have that on," she said covering her mouth trying to hide her giggles.
“Frankly, the reason is a mixture of ‘I have not the slightest clue’ and ‘because I am curious.’ “
(If my muse saw yours in a maid outfit) "L-Legolas," she said tring not to laugh,"That skirt short enough for you?" Bella shook her head slowly. "You must be more careful my friend," she said,"Others might see you."
“It is too short, is it not?” He turned around to regard it more closely. “You are right, I should change.”
Gothic-death-god has entered the Riftwood.
"Vendui, hello." The blue elf said, giving a bow, "I am Legode Rydrion, the Blue Skinned Druid, and you would be?"
♥ (as in she thinks he's interesting) ❥
“You are certainly still an enigma to me, but I find you courageous.”
"Orcs? Is that what those nastey things are called," she asked,"And what was that other word you said? And who are you? And why are you so tall?" Bella was about 5 foot 7 inches but he was still taller then her. She put her blade away carefully.
“Yes, orcs. I am an elf, therefore taller in build. My name is Legolas.” Of course he could mention that she was short, but that would not guarantee a good start. “Who are you then? And a mortal I suppose?” Although her hair and eyecolour seemed rather odd for a maiden of men.