"It's the same for our language. It seems there is much in common between them."
Something eases, a tension Finel hadn't quite realized he had been carrying between his shoulders. His heart lightens, as though something heavy has suddenly been lifted away. He smiles, quite unable to contain the way his eyes brighten at the prospect. Never has anyone quite displayed such genuine curiosity like this, in a way that seems to match his own.
"I would like that very much," he agrees warmly. Finel only just manages to tear his eyes away from Aragorn's to find an empty bench a little farther into the garden. He nods in its direction.
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"It's the same for our language. It seems there is much in common between them."
Something eases, a tension Finel hadn't quite realized he had been carrying between his shoulders. His heart lightens, as though something heavy has suddenly been lifted away. He smiles, quite unable to contain the way his eyes brighten at the prospect. Never has anyone quite displayed such genuine curiosity like this, in a way that seems to match his own.
"I would like that very much," he agrees warmly. Finel only just manages to tear his eyes away from Aragorn's to find an empty bench a little farther into the garden. He nods in its direction.
"Will you join me?"