Rûdhchamion had been taken by surprise by the elven girl. Both by her plea for help, and her fierceness. She had a mane of a hair that reminded him of wildfire, but it had been her eyes that had left him dumbstruck - one was green, the other gold. She also had a scar on the left side of her face that ran from her brows, down through the eye lid then cheeks below the eye.
He looked up at Tinuiel. "You will make the right decision, " he said reassuredly. "And if your ElvenKing is as wise as you say, then perhaps he will hear her tale before making judgement.
I sense that she too is of the wild, like myself. Those elven kins that have no lord, and would roam free under the sky. You sense too, Lady, that her rage is born from a deep grief and pain."
He looked down at the young elf girl. She was regaining consciousness.
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