Haldir cursed loudly as his foot caught the tree root. Quickly turning around, he made sure no one heard him. Scanned the ground and the trees to make sure no one saw him. He had a reputation to uphold, after all. It wouldn't do if someone saw the famed Marchwarden of Lorien tripping over a blasted tree root.
He took a few hobbling steps, then heard her giggling. Grimacing and smiling at the same time, he knew he'd been seen.
"I would not have taken you for clumsy, my lord," Elirina said, still giggling.
"Even I can have a bad day, my dear."
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