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    “Yes,” he admitted softly with a sheepish yet faint smile. “Your people often talk in their native tongue when around me and I never know what they are saying. Plus, it might be nice to communicate in such a beautiful language.”

Her hands moved from the braids to trace the outer contours of his face. All of his facade exposed to her, the one who looked so fondly upon he. “They will be intrigued by you, what once was out native tongue, is now a mix- our Silvan accent heavy upon Sindarin words.” She was lucky to have known Westron, at her undertaking of the guards and duty to Thranduil, she became of merit to learn Westron for political affairs within the realms.
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