Eorlyn barely managed to look Rhys in the face. She was still very embaresssed, and even worse, Rhys seemed to think it was his fault!
"No, no, it totally wasnīt your fault. I- Iīm sorry, I shouldnīt have... really, itīs not your fault. Itīs something... something personal, you couldnīt know. Please, I hope youīre not mad!" she finally managed to say. He seemed relived, and Eorlyn noticed his mouth curl into a small grin.
Eorlyn couldnīt help but be relieved. Her didnīt seem to be mad at her. She smiled a little, and was suprisingly glad when he returned it shyly. The girl tried to maintain the rest of her pride. She remebered how she had carelessly flirted with him only an hour ago... that was the Eorlyn he should know! Her grin widend a bit.
"Would you mind me accompaning you in this dark ride?" she asked, looking him straight in the eye. What nice eyes he had! And while Eorlyn waited for an answer, she wondered where in Arda that thought had come from...
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