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[tawarwaith]

[Tauriel had spent the better part of a day learning the functions of the locket by watching how others used the device and asking a few questions. So it was with some confidence that she appeared using the video function of it. She is still a little uncertain as to how to address people properly on this... whatever it is.]

I am Tauriel and it has come to my attention through the Lady Galadriel that both my liege and his heir are here as well.

[there is a momentary pause, as she debates if she should inquire for anyone else being here, then decides against it. For now her main concern is for them.]

Therefore, I am looking to speak with either of them. They are King Thranduil and Prince Legolas of the Woodland Realm.

[In the end, and almost impulsively, she adds afterwards:]

If there are others who know of me, I would be glad to speak with you as well.

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[chromosomes]

Noble of you.

[ He means that, too, even as his lips quirk. ]

Thranduil kept getting ahead of me.

[tawarwaith]

That does not surprise me. We do not travel with the race of men often so for us to slow our pace is sometimes hard to do, especially when much is upon his mind.

[She is totally sorry for her king, even if he is the nicer version.]

Have you arrived safely to this station then?

flaps hands at timeframes

[chromosomes]

My pace is fine. My horse, not so much.

[ But that's getting too close to the whole "not entirely human anymore" thing. ]

Not yet. I'm sure he'll get ahead of me again.

[tawarwaith]

These horses are not like the elven bred ones of my world, it is true.

[While she can understand that sentiment very well, Tauriel at least would not be too surprised. After all there was a race of men who had greater endurance than those of common mortals.]

I am certain you will keep any distances between you short.

[chromosomes]

I'm guessing ones bred by elves have better stamina?

[ A nod. ]

I will.

[tawarwaith]

They are also fleet of foot. It is a shame they are rare within the Woodland Realm. We have not the lands nor the means to stable many there.

[chromosomes]

That could be changed, here.

[tawarwaith]

Do you think we will be here so long as to breed a line of Elven horses?

[She really does not like that idea. Not at all.]

[chromosomes]

Way I hear it, this war's been goin' on for a long time. We might be.

[tawarwaith]

Forgive me if I am not overjoyed to hear such news. [She closes her eyes and sighs heavily.] If that is the truth, then we may yet see horses bred by Elven hands.

[chromosomes]

You wouldn't be the only one. But at least that's... some sort of silver lining.

[tawarwaith]

Is this optimism common among among humans or is it unique to you?

[chromosomes]

Honestly? I'm not usually considered an optimist.

[tawarwaith]

Is there not a first time for everything?

[chromosomes]

That's what people say, at least.