You! Elf-maid where am I? I need to find shelter from this blasted wood. The old man in the bathrobe that read "foxy grandpa" said that I must go to the castle first. Which way is that? I am carrying valuable cargo!
Tauriel glanced behind her, trying to locate the voice before looking down to see the halfling addressing her. “If you follow the path we’re on at the moment, you’ll reach the castle in an hour or so. I’m off duty at the moment so I do suppose that I can show you the way as Mirkwood isn’t the most pleasant place to be lost in.” Tauriel covered her mouth an chuckled at the mention of ‘an old man,’ if she were to say that in front of his face, he would lock himself in his chamber and sulk for a week until she apologized.
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"I was to marry one of his nieces." he said not looking at Tauriel. "Her name was Forbá but there was an accident, the brooch was meant for her, but after that I no longer wished to keep it, Master Dwalin would not except it back. ” he said his voice shaking. “But that is in the past.” he said clearing his throat “Tell me of the elves? please.” finally looking up at her with a look of urgency “I know little of your ways or your history and I don’t know how much further we will have to walk tonight” he said tightening his grip on this walking stick and taking a long drink from a bottle he took from his pocket.
Tauriel looked at the hobbit in a mixture of condolence and pity, however as Boromir had said 'But that is in the past.' She quickly changed her solemn expression to a happier and quirkier one before continuing. “I am surprised that you have not heard tales of my kin, Master hobbit.” Tauriel paused for a moment to think of what to say; she glanced up at the sky with the muted colours of the evening slowly turning darker and descending into night and nodded.
"There are many tales of my kin to be told and most of them can be found in old scriptures. Some of those tales were of bravery and valour, and some were of bloodshed and war. I will not trouble you with such long tales for it would take a long time to tell you all of them so perhaps I will tell you of our ways to save time," she chuckled. "Come, I will lead you to a clearing and then perhaps you will understand why the dark elves prefer the night."
"we hobbits have few stories of true valor. Most are of old mr bildo and how much of them are true and how much of them are embellished for the young hobbits I can not say.I will not bore you with tales of hobbits ways, we are not an interesting lot." he said taking a long drink from a water skin. "I am sure that the histories that the dwarves speak of would be different when told by an elf. As for your ways the dwarves know nothing and hobbits know less." he said with a little chuckle.
