The small hobbit, who was called Carie, shifted stance, and stood there for a moment. Looking around yet again, she spotted a lone chair against the wall, and quietly went over to sit down.
"Oomph" she went as she accidently ran into a really tall elf.
"Ooh I am terribly sorry, I didn't mean to!" she explained in a rush, not wanting the elf to be angry with her. It was her first time being around elves, and she didn't want to make a bad impression, for she had always been fascinated with the stories of them, longing to meet one. And here was an elf, that she had run right into!
"Ooh, don't worry about it, darling. What's your name?" the elf asked, leaning down a bit to get a good view of the tiny hobbit.
"I'm Carie. May I ask you of yours?" Carie politely said. She clasped her hands together and looked up into the elf's eyes.
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~*Artalwen*~
:~*~: Elven archer :~*~:
"On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun."
-verse from a song found in 'The Hobbit'-
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