Ravon realized what she was doing."It sounds like Rohan is a wonderful place. Will you take me there some day?" Strands of her black hair fell down to block her eyes. She raised her right hand to place her hair behind her elvish ears.
"Lewis what do you say? Some day will you take me to Rohan? I would love to see your land... I'm sorry." She noticed that she had been rambling on and on. She looked down at the floor under her feet. The silence between them was making her feel uncomfortable. She raised her eyes to meet his, she smiled. Trying to bring back the conversation she reached to her side. Pulling the bread from the pouch she began to unwrap the leaves that surrounded it. "Lembas bread?" She broke off a piece and offered it to him.
Their hands met along with their eyes. Ravon didn't know what to say. Quickly she jerked her hand back. "I'm sorry about that." Ravon knew her words came out softer than she had meant. Her vision moved to the fire and then to the floor.
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