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You entered my realm... [ Glances. ] Why?

Pardons, Monsieur. I, I.
[ She glances behind her at the mist-filled forest ]

I lost my way on the path. the twinkling lights they - I stumbled and fell. And when I rose my path was gone. So I found another and it led me here. I did mean to trespass, nor do I mean harm to any within your realm.

[ Yeah she should have been more careful. Whoops. ]

That was an accident. I was trying to avoid Men.

[ The Elvenking takes in her features. A daughter of the race of Men, entirely alone. How unusual and how very, very suspicious. ]

My child... you have nothing to fear from me. [ His voice is pleasant and calming, but they are mere words coming from this imposing King of Elves. If his mood changes, he will make sport of her. As for now, Thranduil offers her a glittering smile and a broad, elegant gesture of welcome. ]

You wish to avoid your own Men by entering my domain?

[ The grin on his handsome face is more terrible than charming. He is in a playful mood. ] Do you hope to find better Men here? We have no Men... naught but Elvenkind.

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Entering your domain was.... by chance, Lord.

[ She has good manners at least She is unsure by his playful mood. ]

I have no need for Men. I have little interest in others.

[ She really has no idea how the Elves would feel about someone with her affliction. She has no desire to find out but it will come up. ]

[ Good manners always worked wonders, even when speaking with one such as Thranduil. ]

Do tell me your name, child? I may yet tell you mine. [ The Elvenking wondered if she knew of him. Some of the race of men did not, the knowledge of elves all but faded from their memory. ]

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[ He doesn't seem scary. Not like she imagined he might be. Visibly she relaxes. ]

Marion.

Not a very lengthy name, is it? Who Sired you, little one? [ Thranduil was hardly scary. Perhaps, a tad mercurial. But you didn't appear to have any Dwarvish blood, which helped things along greatly. He was rather curious to see one so strangely dressed, however. ]

Nicholas Scotts is my father's name.

[ At least mentioning her father is a good thing. She misses her father a great deal but there's little she can do about that. He died long before she was cursed. ]

Hunting m'lord.

But not for treasure or elves.

Merci beaucoup, Monsieur.

[ She takes a few, hesitant steps in his direction, her eyes wide and looking around.]

If I may ask, where am I?

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