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Apr. 2nd, 2020 01:00 pmDecided to post a bit from the Burning Bright chapter-in-progress because it's lighter and I need things to make me smile.
Ducking behind a pillar, Ráva grins as the green stone Legolas had flung at him skitters down a pile of gold coins. "You missed!" he calls out in a sing‒song, keeping to the Sindarin his mother had taught him as much as she had their own tongue.
"You haven't done any better!" Legolas is speaking the Silvan dialect that borrows from Sindarin more than the lost peoples of the plains from before humans had roved them.
"I'm not the one who claims to be a peerless archer." Ráva crouches to scoop up a handful of coins. They'll do better, uniform in size and shape as they are. He peers out a moment, before ducking back, avoiding a glittering blue stone.
He laughs, before diving out, flinging two of the coins before he hits the still‒massive pile, and rolling. Getting behind a different, lower column before Legolas does more than yelp. Not from being hit, as far as Ráva can tell, but possibly from the proximity of such.
"HOLD!"
The bellow makes Ráva freeze in place, his grin fading a bit. Getting caught was part of this kind of game, always had been, the trick is who is doing the catching. He hadn't planned on it being Dori.
Ducking behind a pillar, Ráva grins as the green stone Legolas had flung at him skitters down a pile of gold coins. "You missed!" he calls out in a sing‒song, keeping to the Sindarin his mother had taught him as much as she had their own tongue.
"You haven't done any better!" Legolas is speaking the Silvan dialect that borrows from Sindarin more than the lost peoples of the plains from before humans had roved them.
"I'm not the one who claims to be a peerless archer." Ráva crouches to scoop up a handful of coins. They'll do better, uniform in size and shape as they are. He peers out a moment, before ducking back, avoiding a glittering blue stone.
He laughs, before diving out, flinging two of the coins before he hits the still‒massive pile, and rolling. Getting behind a different, lower column before Legolas does more than yelp. Not from being hit, as far as Ráva can tell, but possibly from the proximity of such.
"HOLD!"
The bellow makes Ráva freeze in place, his grin fading a bit. Getting caught was part of this kind of game, always had been, the trick is who is doing the catching. He hadn't planned on it being Dori.
