
She nodded, looking to him. Mirkwood had always been her home, it reassured her that they were at least similar. "But you have traveled far from the great woo– Should we take turns asking questions? It could be almost like a game.” Her intentions were naive enough, Tauriel folded her legs on top of one another.He released one of her hands as they were seated, though he was loathe to let go of her completely. He paused, steeling himself for the conversation that was to follow. Though it started innocuously enough, talking about himself made Haldir uneasy.
“I have. Lorien is where I was born."
“Yes,” she nodded, inclining her head to her right, “Well – yes. I have not always lived so far North.. but I was rather...
Haldir raised an eyebrow. A game would make it feel less like an interrogation. "Very well. I suppose it is my turn,...