How long exactly Legolas had been in this bizarre and altogether intimidating place he could not recall. Moments here felt like hours and the passage of time for Elves could be contorted and stretched when perhaps the same could not be said for men (or some of the other odd creatures he had bumped into in this so-called inn). Legolas had grown so
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She instead kept the smile on her face, busying her trembling hand with tucking some strands of golden blonde hair that had fallen over one eye behind her ear. "Not terribly long," she replied quietly, "I had been standing in the shadows before I came to sit by you. I- I don't mean to intrude."
Now she was embarrassed, a soft, realizing she'd gone barging in on an extremely private moment. From what she knew of elves, they were private people. He did seem happy to see her, rather than offended, but she supposed that had more to do with the aphrodisiacs in the air.
Realizing she'd been quiet a long moment, she finally clears her throat, sitting up a little straighter and trying not to look as nervous as she felt. "I'm Ilana. I could- I could go if you'd rather... finish in private." Her inexperience was all over her face, in the tone of her voice. The boldness that had filled her only moments before seemed to have vanished.
[ooc: It's okay! Thanks for replying even though it's been so long. :3 I'm afraid that I did some journal-shuffling and flyonhiswings is a different character now. Long story short I had made the journal for another character originally but then decided I wanted to write my OC instead... but then I changed my mind, so now here's a new journal for the same OC. I hope you're still up for continuing. :)]
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