[Nope. She heard that loud and clear, and her attention is quickly drawn away from her current conversation to the one between the two boys. As they whisper amongst themselves, she slowly turns back to Legolas, uncertainty written upon her features.]
... Do you know those boys, Legolas? I... believe they are talking about you.
[But... prince? Son of a king? That... doesn't quite add up.]
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... Do you know those boys, Legolas? I... believe they are talking about you.
[But... prince? Son of a king? That... doesn't quite add up.]