ℓowly.

just saying.

YOUR HAIR IS A WIG

i didn’t keep you here 600 motherfuckin’ years to question me you ungrateful lil’ shit

ur bitchass needs me don't even try 2 play i don't see u defending uR KINGDOM UR MAJESTY NO I DO NOT

                          "Since you’ve been so kind before." Or she liked to think so.

      For she would think of it as a duty, one who had to Middle Earth, as all living things aligned with good did.

                                                       Bilba Baggins of Bag End, from the Shire.”

           "Tauriel, Captain of the Mirkwood Guard."

      || ⚜ — :  "Of course.” Gaeleth nodded graciously as she stood at the Silvan’s side, a tiny smile quirking up each corner of her lips “I find myself in much the same mindset. I fear that I am not as fond of wine as our king… All well though, I trust?”

↣ Tauriel doubted any was as fond of wine as their king, but of course, dutifully said none of this aloud. "As well as one can hope, I assure you. While it is not uncommon that my thoughts may drift, I am content, all the same. I am pleased to have you as my company, if but for a short while."

       || ⚜ — : “A fair night, is it not?” The queen’s soft voice cuts through the silence as she approaches from the shadows, silver hues flicking up towards the bejeweled sky. “Though not a night for celebration, it would seem. You are not at the feast.” 

↣ "My Lady," Her head snaps up, falling upon the fair figure before her, words falling off her tongue out of instinct and habit. "I-- do not find myself requiring a celebration, at this time. There are moments when I simply desire a...quieter setting, if but for a time."