"So, who's acquaintance am I making?"
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"So, who's acquaintance am I making?"
"I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."
thranduil smiles a bit sheepishly at the other, casting his eyes downward. "It's not that bad --" he offers weakly, rolling his bottom lip between his incisors.
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8. …to yours leaping into my muse’s arms
Surprise was definitely the word to most accurately describe the elf’s emotion as the young hobbit leaped into her arms. It was unexpected, to say the least. “Well, hello to you too,” she said with a slight smile, wrapping one arm around the hobbit’s shoulders and giving her a rather awkward pat on the top of her head.
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Celeborn leaned slowly down, putting a kiss on the top of the Hobbit's curls, before stepping back again, nodding as to express some gratitude.
"May your path be without too many obstacles, you are welcome into Lothlorien whenever you wish."
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The hobbit is tentative in his presence—a jerk and a twitch of the hands, fingers brushing lightly against his own and the Elvenking stares in rapt awe at the jewel that lays in the still of his palm.
—the Arkenstone.
Azure roves the expanse of the hobbit’s face, slender fingers curling cautiously around the pristine, sharp edges of wonder, and the Elvenking wets his lips, a flash of curiosity racing through his face—an amazement of how a mere hobbit had smuggled such a thing right out under Thorin Oakenshield’s own nose—
—Thranduil cares not of the Arkenstone—it wields no power nor influence over him. He is beyond secular pleasures, but he recognizes bravery—dire and foolish courageouss—for those who walk the thin line of life and death invoke both his scowl and tenderness.
And he stoops down, kneeling upon the cold of stone, and gently his lips rove around the hobbit’s.
—she tastes sweet, a sickening, succulent flower that flourishes to pass.
"I bought a new costume… but I need help getting into it."
Fili's eyes widened at the sight of the tiny dress, a grin instantly spreading across her features. It would undoubtedly look lovely on the fair, little Hobbit."Is this for my uncle?" she teased as she nodded her agreement.
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