"Well, so much for Min being useless. Here, allow me to prepare you a slice of humble pie.." Hreeza whispered to Arawil. The soldier in front who was leading them stiffened at the sound and turned around. Arawils glare stopped him though and he turned stright around again, not wanting to seem like he was hearing things and walked on a bit more briskly.
"I wouldnt bother shwoing yourself as who you are Sprite. Theyre going to have enough trouble dealing with that fact that Im actually Arawil, not just just named after her, without having to deal with the invisible circus with me." She replied through gritted teeth.
"Well, thankyou."
"What?!"
"Well, youve actually admitted Im travelling with you now. Thankyou."
"You..." The exasperated maia searched for words. "Exasperater."
"Sullen."
"Maddening."
"Boring."
The tirade was cut short by the opening of a huge pair of double doors. The group stepped through, Hreeza closely flanking Arawil to face King Thranduil of Mirkwood.
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I never saw a wild thing that felt sorry for itself. A bird can fall frozen dead from a bough, without ever feeling sorry for itself.
GI Jane (ok, DH Laurence)
Carnëiach (Amanaduial the Archer)
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