Oh dear. Just don’t cause too much trouble, lest you will feel the sharp deadly blade of this woman’s nails…
I will go where ever you lead, so long as we do not stray far from the others.
Perhaps not elves, but among men I have seen it. :)
Who said I like him because he’s slim?
Certainly! This is no bother at all. I am well rested and ready for a ride. Let us go! :)
And some may find blubber to be charming. :)
You are lovely, my dear friend!
*judging Haldir face*
Gurl, you shoulda never crossed me.
And I will do it better.
Elves, elves! Please! You’re both beautiful!
Éowyn’s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment the vision of her dream was still vivid in her mind’s eye.
"What is the meaning of this?" she wondered. "Some prophecy of the future, or just my own mind’s wishful thinking after days of listening to my friends tease me about that prince?"
She closed her eyes and went back to sleep, smiling despite herself. Wishful thinking or not, the vision was a welcoming relief to the nightmares that plagued her nights previous, and the thought of a happy future flooded her with the strength she will need for the rescue of Frodo from Mordor.