
Tauriel fell on the floor, clutching her waist in laughter. Tears sprung forth as the elf maiden pounded her fist upon the ground, "dwarfs– pay tribute to my magnificence.” Quoting Rossiel in light humor, the captain wiped tears from her eyes, unable to make eye contact as she convulsed in hysterics. “You’re smaug! Brilliant! Terribly brilliant.”“C-cower and g-grovel before me, oh ye f-foul and greedy D-Dwarves! At least t-tremble and make ‘ooh’ noises… w-work with me here… I shall m-make you r-repent for your kind’s c-crimes! And m-maybe pay t-tribute to my m-magnificence. S-something shiny, but… y-you know, not too f-flashy. Should accentuate my s-slender frame. Yes, t-that would be nice.
Everyone e-else, come have a h-honeycake and a warm mug of c-cider.”
“Just be sure to do it from a distance, he’ll probably start swinging his sword at you when you trigger his ptsd.”
“I’ve always w-wanted to scare a k-king! T-thank you for the suggestion.”
Tauriel fell on the floor, clutching her waist in laughter. Tears sprung forth as the elf maiden pounded her fist upon...