in another world

Phantom!

Pinraneth

          “Yes my lady, I had safe passage through the mountains and little trouble beforehand.” Speaking to nobility from beyond her homeland sent pinpricks of anxiety down her spine. The King knew well of her struggle with tact and social graces, and overlooked it for the sake of her other skills. None here would show her such mercy. If she managed to offend someone, it would reflect on her entire kingdom, on the very king who sent her on his behalf. 

          Facing the one they called Evenstar, she halfheartedly wished she’d been sent after orcs instead. 

                        It has been a long time since he had been given the honour of inviting a friend from ( relatively ) faraway lands––– other than Legolas, that is. He has ever been a frequent guest here in comparison to many who have visited more than once. Tauriel is a new face here though, and that brings excitement all on its own which Elladan cannot even begin to put into words. He feels like a giddy child, jittery all in his own way should he let himself be. Succumbing to it would result in twiddling fingers and tapping feet, however, which he cannot allow when presenting himself to the figure behind the door now steadily opening.

                        The expectant though timid smile resting on his lips bursts into a fully fledged, teeth-baring grin. Even to a mind as insensitive to time as his, it has been too long since they had last met–––––– prior to the EXILE that allowed her presence here. Perhaps, in the end, it will grant her a more worthy purpose than what he knows of her last one ( which, admittedly, is rather little indeed ).

          She could’ve laughed at the notion of being too weary to explore the valley she’d been so anxious to see. The younger elf nearly floated out of the chamber deemed hers, breathing in the cool night air with vigor. This open space felt so wide endless! With a heart as light as hers, Tauriel wondered if a strong wind would sweep her away to the very stars above. 

          “You’ll find no weariness here, I feel I could walk another thousand miles!” There would be no stillness now, the spirited elf ever in motion and looking in all directions. Oh, but she was a child again, the wisp of a bare-footed elfling climbing trees with leaves and twigs in her hair, every heartbeat of wide-eyed wonder felt just the same as then. Seeing constellations glittering above her for the first time.

          Though it seemed mention of dining amongst the fair and noble caught her a moment too late, pressing a twinge of trepidation into her chest. Even if she hadn’t traveled so lightly, nothing she had ever owned would match the finery of this company. 

          Her preference for tunics and trousers over frocks and dresses was uncommon even among her own folk.