An Elf! Kiera heard the soft clip-clop of the silver horse as it drew near. She sat up, scrunching herself against the bole of the oak, and drew her cloak tightly about her. She sat still as death, only her sharp, black eyes moving as she watched the rider approach.
Fair as any of the Eldar, the brown haired maiden advanced, almost stopping at the tree. ‘Pass on!’ Kiera thought to herself. ‘Let me just rest for the night.’
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. . . for they love peace and quiet and good tilled earth . . . are quick of hearing and sharpeyed, and though they are inclined to be fat and do not hurry unneccesarily, they are nonetheless nimble and deft in their movements . . . FOTR - Prologue
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