Who is this tiny man? The Queen had been sitting on her
throne, just to wait for a tiny man. Allowing the male to speak.
He seems nervous, does he think I am intimidating?
Waiting for the man to spit out what
he wanted to say, until the word love came
from no where.
My daughter, in love?
My daughter….?
M y d a u g h t e r.
That was an impossible thought, Elinor had never thought
the girl would find love. I mean she did take a lot from her mother.
Stubbornness, that Elinor would never admit she has
& a lot more other traits.
Elinor stood up & walked towards the four foot something
man. The height difference was quite amusing.
”Fili of Erebor, correct? Yoo hae come tae me,
tae ask fur mah daughter’s hand? ”
He had already owned her respect, by coming to her
instead of the king. Although, Fergus might not be too
happy about that.
"If it’s fur loove, ye hae mah blessin’.”