Jul 6, 2015
❛ brush ❜
your character running their fingers through my character’s hair
Was it wrong to linger in the sensation for a moment? Surely the royal elf meant nothing by the gesture, only admiring Tauriel’s hair. Vain though it may have been, Tauriel knew that Arwen was not the first to notice it. Though, for the most beautiful of her generation to see any sort of beauty in her was very nearly as unthinkable as... other explanations.
“You flatter me, rînnín. Unless you noticed a stray leaf that had gotten lost in my hair?” a soft joke at her own expense, and a more reasonable assumption than any other, if nothing else. “It must be obvious that I do not possess the poise of nobility.”
