kingoftheravens:

    “Oh,” he began softly, leaning into the touch with a soft sound of contentment, like a gentle little purr. “So Sindarin is not necessarily your native tongue. See, I did not know that. Still, ‘tis a pretty language and if you would not mind teaching me then I would be happy to be an eager student ready to learn.”

She found him to be beyond words, so restful in her lap and so content with her touches. It encouraged her to make her touches lighter, like a feather. Smiling wide she bowed her head in soft laughter, “Yes, it would seem that way, I will teach you- in my spare time, whenever I find it and whenever you are around. it is a gentle language with motion in the front with the tip of your tongue. Flow, our words always flow.”
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