“What an oddly familair story..” She mused, thrumming her fingers gently against the trunk. Giving in to play, she searched the Forest before swinging down to dangle from the tree limb by her legs. Red hair dangled down, but not nearly as far as the story famed the woman to have had. Tauriel stared at the black haired male, smiling at his upsidedown form. “That is a completely implausible story, unless you mean to speak of Luthien, then your tale is certainly misworded. Is this a story where you come from?”Loki purred with a bright little grin. “‘Tis from a story I heard. A woman with very long, golden hair is stuck up in a tower and when the prince comes to see her, he asks her to let down her hair so he can use it to climb up into the tower.”
captainofthewoodlandguardar-blog reblogged this from kingoftheravensa and added: “The shire! I dream the day I can be humored by such folk, I have heard of them in stories–” she gestured their height...
kingoftheravensa reblogged this from captainofthewoodlandguardar-blog and added: “Last question first,” he began with a smile of his own. “The Shire. ‘Tis where those Hobbits live. It’s a vast land of...