
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.“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?”
“Yes, I know that.” Snapped she, as she snapped her hand as quickly as he turned to look at her under her snow ridden...
“You know these lands better than I, Tauriel.” He frown, eyes brushing over the landscape, giving her a side glance when...