[There is something strange, almost sharp, about his demeanour. A younger, happier version of herself would have been put off by it, might even have ran (though to where, here?) but she just watches him, tries to judge the great nothing that is his expression.
He hasn’t tried to stab her, at least, which is more than she can say for the rest of the not-elves she has experienced in the last few years.
Her answer about her languages appears to be a “no”, but “follow me” seems evident from his gestures and she has naught better to do in a strange land that feels wrong, so though she wonders now if he is not Gorthaur or one of his ilk… rumour did have it that the host of the Valar did not dispense with all of Morgoth’s servants. The gold nails and bright hair make her wonder. But he does not feel foul, and he is not acting especially fair in order to win her trust.
And Gorthaur did know all of their tongues…
She hums softly to herself to fill the quiet as they walk, effortlessly musical in the way that all elves were.]
I wish I knew where we were, I did not know places with so much sand existed. Perhaps we are in the south? [She is talking to herself since he does not understand her, but she suspects he will take this Better than if she broke out into song.] If so, the south has very strange maiar. [As if they aren’t all strange. Her own queen had been strange and she was the most like the firstborn that Mithiel had ever heard of a Maia being.]
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He hasn’t tried to stab her, at least, which is more than she can say for the rest of the not-elves she has experienced in the last few years.
Her answer about her languages appears to be a “no”, but “follow me” seems evident from his gestures and she has naught better to do in a strange land that feels wrong, so though she wonders now if he is not Gorthaur or one of his ilk… rumour did have it that the host of the Valar did not dispense with all of Morgoth’s servants. The gold nails and bright hair make her wonder. But he does not feel foul, and he is not acting especially fair in order to win her trust.
And Gorthaur did know all of their tongues…
She hums softly to herself to fill the quiet as they walk, effortlessly musical in the way that all elves were.]
I wish I knew where we were, I did not know places with so much sand existed. Perhaps we are in the south? [She is talking to herself since he does not understand her, but she suspects he will take this Better than if she broke out into song.] If so, the south has very strange maiar. [As if they aren’t all strange. Her own queen had been strange and she was the most like the firstborn that Mithiel had ever heard of a Maia being.]