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Anairë | The Silmarillion (anaire) wrote in thefeanorians,

Anairë took his arm, which was a strange thing indeed, full of mixed feelings. On a purely selfish level, she had to admit that she liked it. She'd never walked out with a man of any sort before (her brothers certainly didn't count), and she was curious about this grey-eyed son of Finwë. And her arm seemed to fit comfortably against his, as if it were meant to be there. Her heart skipped a beat as she touched him, and her cheeks reddened and her ears tilted as she felt shiver electrically.

But whatever that was, it didn't matter. Nothing would become of this, and if she did anything to offend him, everything she had worked for the past months would be absolutely for naught. So she had to be very careful about what she said and what she did.

She couldn't help but laugh at his last statement, though.

"Of course I speak on my own, my lord. My parents and brothers have often chided me for speaking too much! I do have opinions of my own, most certainly, and I am not afraid of speaking them. But I do not wish to find myself with my head on a pike for offending the prince," she teased, the impish look from the fitting room once brightening her face.