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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;.
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kingoftheravens:

    Loki’s eyes narrowed, though hardly in a negative fashion, more or less in a curious, scrutinizing sort of way. “You cannot?” He asked, easily catching the words she almost uttered but had immediately taken back. “Your realm of Mirkwood—apart from those rotten spiders, of course—is rather peaceful, would you not agree? And I have seen that many elves here have the proper training to defend not only themselves but their kingdom as well. Temporarily leaving it would not hurt. You could see the world and when you return you would kick back into your work tenfold, more gusto and appreciation for your land on your side. Or so I think.” With a shrug, his gaze dropped away from hers, fixing to the ground far below. “I’m not saying they would not miss you because I’m quite certain they would.”

<sub>He really did not know her, or the role she played amongst the elves: Leader, Chief, Captain, Second in hand, bravery, honor, duty, strength. Lives carried upon her shoulder, a shield she wore as skin, she was protection; she was the guard. A full time duty, not a pick and choose outing. But… Ehat he said was tempting… If she lived another lifetime.

A soft sigh passed through pink lips as she gifted him with an earnest smile, though not lavish. “Loki,” She started softly, “Thank you.” Pink lips pursed as a hiraeth ventured in the far depths of her green eyes. “The last time I left the woodlands, to head towards the mountains, I was young and alive in a time much sweeter than now. There were no orc-raids, spiders thriving, no foul things such as trolls or giant beasts. ‘twas a peace dealt after the wake of war, but we were foolish and blind to see we were all but in the eye of the storm.” Pale hands anxiously grasped on another, rolling fingers between one another as she channeled her grief to remain placid and composed, it was her story- her last life before it began a'new with the solid vow of strength and change. “I was young and reckless and ready for the world, and my world was taken from me because The guards and I- no more than a foot solider, wandered far from home- where our duties belonged. I could not be missed if I never came back, I fear an irrational fear, a phobia: history to repeat.”

Gentle eyes grazed his form, wishing for him to look at her. “But for now, if you would honor me, I would like to learn of the world from you.”</sub>