“Don’t touch me.”
send my muse one of the following
Irissë let her hand drop to her side and stepped back slightly, eyes downcast. For a moment as the woman had rounded the corner she had thought— but no, this one’s hair was silver, not gold.
—“I apologise—” she began, trying to remember her Sindarin, for that was the language the strange-yet-familiar elf had spoken, “I meant only to welcome you to Valinor. I truly hope I did not startle you.”







