He tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrows at her, his way of silently say 'do go on' even as he cracked a mischievous smile at the elven lady.
While his brows did rise at her words, it was not so much with disbelief as it was in a mixture of awe and curiosity. He made no snorts of derision, as if she might be telling false tales, merely leaned in slightly as she spoke and seemed to drink in every word. Nothing she said seemed out of the realm of possibility, not by far, and he wondered at meeting the whole of her people, of seeing her trees and her city. A small part in the back of his mind said there was ever likelihood that her world would be protected and off limits by the Prime Directive, but here and now he could wonder and glean what he might with the greed of a child eating their holiday sweets.
"It sounds beautiful," he said when he was sure she had finished. "If ever I got the chance I would love to come and see your home. Do you never come down from your trees? Or do you spend your whole lives in their boughs?" Hungry and greedy this one is, Galadriel, but there is no malice or ill intent in his questions. Just the avid curiosity of one who simply wishes to know and understand.
Blue eyes glittered at the idea of learning new knowledge, and he tilted his head to her in a small show of thanks. "I would be honored, my lady," he glanced upward, though of course with the sun out no stars would be visible. "If you like, in return I can at least try to explain how my people measure distance between and by stars. The tools we use for it simply don't exist here."
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While his brows did rise at her words, it was not so much with disbelief as it was in a mixture of awe and curiosity. He made no snorts of derision, as if she might be telling false tales, merely leaned in slightly as she spoke and seemed to drink in every word. Nothing she said seemed out of the realm of possibility, not by far, and he wondered at meeting the whole of her people, of seeing her trees and her city. A small part in the back of his mind said there was ever likelihood that her world would be protected and off limits by the Prime Directive, but here and now he could wonder and glean what he might with the greed of a child eating their holiday sweets.
"It sounds beautiful," he said when he was sure she had finished. "If ever I got the chance I would love to come and see your home. Do you never come down from your trees? Or do you spend your whole lives in their boughs?" Hungry and greedy this one is, Galadriel, but there is no malice or ill intent in his questions. Just the avid curiosity of one who simply wishes to know and understand.
Blue eyes glittered at the idea of learning new knowledge, and he tilted his head to her in a small show of thanks. "I would be honored, my lady," he glanced upward, though of course with the sun out no stars would be visible. "If you like, in return I can at least try to explain how my people measure distance between and by stars. The tools we use for it simply don't exist here."