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Ever sharp of tongue – ah, and humor both, this fair, great son of the woodland realm. Aragorn conceded. A faint smile pulled upon his lips inspired little by Legolas’ words – though indeed, how juvenile the slight! Yet, great, true, was the wound – but by the strength in that friendship of both man and elf. Pity him, dear friend. That’d teach a Ranger to suggest a prince to wade waist-deep in waters smelling foully like death.

But, alas, it had fish. And a great, great many of it.

“Should you hope for supper before the failing of daylight, then I would hope not.”

      Thranduil turned to his son with an expression that seemed to mould together both mocking and contempt.

      ❝ I shall not be told, by my son, no less, what to do. ❞

      ❝ I mean what I say… why the lack of comprehension? ❞

 @maethorcaun: ‘i let you down.’ - maethorcaun @ tauriel            

MEME  ||  NOT ACCEPTING || @maethorcaun

lips like petals    steal    eyes from the stars  .  his bold advance creates a fluster of emotions that mix and swirl within the pit of her stomach and time all but stills before the action is    ceased    almost as immediately as it had begun  .  the very air within her lungs is robbed and she cannot seem to look her prince in the eyes as she    beckons her heart to quiet    .

❝     i ———     ❞  ah  ,  but even tongue has tied  .  this    thief    had left her nothing more than a bewildered mess  .  causing body to turn from him    ;   an attempt to    hide    the flush that rose to the very tips of her ears  .  ❝     perhaps…  we should head back  .  the others may begin to wonder  .     ❞