thewolffenrir:

“That’s exactly why,” he huffed. “Being shorter than someone is weird.” He caught her smirk and returned it cheekily. “I wouldn’t mind seeing your dominance — but I prefer my face unkicked, thanks.”

Fenrir rolled his eyes at her teasing, but still grinned. “Maybe.” Because if one day he ended up being able to, he honestly wouldn’t be surprised. “My dad can, though,” he added as an afterthought, continuing on with a lighter step now that she wasn’t glaring at him. “And I can carry you.” He glanced her over again, brow raised. “…Are you cold?”

She almost planted a swift push kick to his face but instead, moist air pasrted pink lips as she huffed . “Welcome to my life.” It was awful being shorter than other races of elves, especially when the pompous assholes duluded their minds with an obscene notion height equals superiority/nobility.

“–You’re not carrying me.” She snapped it, and quickly added, “but thank you though.”
Tauriel seemed to wager her thoughts for a moment, “No, not at all actually. I just do not like the snow is all.” She pulled her arms around herself under her white cloak, hopefully they neared a cave soon. She felt as though she was doused with water.
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