She draws in another soft breath when he steps closer and grasps her hands gently in his, unable to turn her gaze from his; his touch and presence healing something within her heart long since broken. And the words he speaks to her...! How deeply she wishes the very thing he describes, her expression softening for a moment with affection for him.
"Then must I leave my own people, man of Gondor?" she asks, but there is lightness to her tone now, a near teasing edge to the words. For in truth, the thought of settling somewhere new with him sounds most appealing to her. "And would you have your proud folk say to you: 'There goes a lord who tamed a wild shieldmaiden of the North! Was there no woman of the race of Numenor to choose?'"
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2018-12-12 09:16 pm (UTC)"Then must I leave my own people, man of Gondor?" she asks, but there is lightness to her tone now, a near teasing edge to the words. For in truth, the thought of settling somewhere new with him sounds most appealing to her. "And would you have your proud folk say to you: 'There goes a lord who tamed a wild shieldmaiden of the North! Was there no woman of the race of Numenor to choose?'"