"I found her alone in the woods," Glorfindel explained, gesturing toward the petite woman who sat astride Asfaloth, looking bewildered and miserable. Asfaloth, sensing her unhappiness, turned his head a whickered softly, as if to comfort her. "Her riding skills are impressive," the golden one continued. "I think Asfaloth would prefer her to me; perhaps I ought make her a gift-- such natural ability deserve a worthy mount!"
"Look at her eyes," Elladan moaned, unable to release her from his gaze. "Exquisite."
Elrohir, equally enraptured, nodded. "Like twin amethysts, yet with the fire of the Silmarils blazing within!"
Erestor reached, as if compelled, to stroke here hair. "This color red," he said in a voice hushed with awe, "I have not seen its like since Maedhros' day! She must be the last scion of some high and ancient line, lost to us until now!"
"Queens..." the ethereal maid whispered, her voice ragged from disuse. Each Elf in the room felt his heart contract at the injustice that such a delicate creature should sound so frightened, so haggard.
Reflexively, Erestor dropped to one knee. "My lady, you are a queen?"
"Of course!" Glorfindel slapped his palm to his forehead, and likewise sank in obeisance. "From what realm do you hail, your highness?"
The fair maiden sighed and pinched the bridge of her small and slightly upturned nose. "QUEENS!" she said emphatically. "I'm not a queen; I'm FROM Queens! Will one of you please tell me how the fuck to get back there??"
The assembled throng could only stand there and behold her, speechless.
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Date: 2013-11-20 02:40 am (UTC)"Look at her eyes," Elladan moaned, unable to release her from his gaze. "Exquisite."
Elrohir, equally enraptured, nodded. "Like twin amethysts, yet with the fire of the Silmarils blazing within!"
Erestor reached, as if compelled, to stroke here hair. "This color red," he said in a voice hushed with awe, "I have not seen its like since Maedhros' day! She must be the last scion of some high and ancient line, lost to us until now!"
"Queens..." the ethereal maid whispered, her voice ragged from disuse. Each Elf in the room felt his heart contract at the injustice that such a delicate creature should sound so frightened, so haggard.
Reflexively, Erestor dropped to one knee. "My lady, you are a queen?"
"Of course!" Glorfindel slapped his palm to his forehead, and likewise sank in obeisance. "From what realm do you hail, your highness?"
The fair maiden sighed and pinched the bridge of her small and slightly upturned nose. "QUEENS!" she said emphatically. "I'm not a queen; I'm FROM Queens! Will one of you please tell me how the fuck to get back there??"
The assembled throng could only stand there and behold her, speechless.