His grin turned instantly fake. “Does what haunt me?” He drank deeply so he did not have to meet her gaze.
“All of it,” Her gaze was of sharp malachite, pinning him where he stood; taking his fill of wine. “What was dying like?” Fox red hair shifted as she inclined her head to the side, “Did it hurt? Did any of it hurt?”
littlestfinwe reblogged this from captainofthewoodlandguardar-blog and added: “Because the Valar in all their infinite wisdom thought that I should not be.” Picking up the wine once more, he...
captainofthewoodlandguardar-blog reblogged this from littlestfinwe and added: “But you are alive, and you remember. Why are you not with them?” Tauriel crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair...