
Tauriel stared at Amrod, dryly. As dry as the sahara mid-day, really.The opening was too tempting to ignore. Amrod smirked. “Not from Ungoliant’s kin, no.”
“Oh! The lady sighs over me!" Amrod never could outgrow being a younger brother to five.
There was no letting this male down softly, was there? Tauriel sighed into her hand.