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Legolas
He gives her a smile.
"The hills it is."
The sun had risen high enough to disappear behind the foilage of the trees by the time the rise and fall of the land was sufficient for it to be called hilly. Most of the time they walked in silence, the ranger enjoying sharing the tranquility with his friend. Occassionally though, when he thought he felt a little too peaceful, the elf would stop to point out a plant and tell a little of it’s basic uses. But every time he did so, he somehow felt as though he was telling Sorsha nothing new. He idly wondered where she might have picked up such knowledge.
As they break through a dense collection of brush on one of the hills, his sight falls upon the lake below. A doe looks up from the water to the disturbance, and freezes upon seeing humanoid shapes emerge. Looking down from the rise as Legolas was doing, the clear water shows areas of rocky bottom, alternating with a light green weed in the deeper areas. Light reflecting off the scales of fish give it an almost magical appearance. Without being aware of it, he slips his hand around Sorsha’s waist as he continues to stare down in awe.
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