𝓟𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝕭𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚛 of the House of Ingwë

"ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ. ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ. ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜʟᴇ ᴀɴʏʙᴏᴅʏ?" ♡ + ↻ #tolkienrp | #lotrrp | #thehobbitrp #mvrp | #fantasyrp WT: #𝔻𝕖𝕨𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡

//finally got back into this account. I was 🔒out.

"I'm closer to 3,000 years old, and I'm still worried about my parents finding me? How pathetic is that?"

"Oh, and if you see my parents, don't tell them where I'm at. They don't need to know that."

"My parents are both elves. . .thank you."

"You know, whoever spread that rumor that I'm half-Hobbit, half-elf because I'm on the shorter side for an elf! Not that there's anything wrong with being half-hobbit, if that's possible, but I am not. I'm just short. I do not appreciate such nonsense."

//Yes. Hated it. 😂 current character count isn’t the best, but it’s better than 140.

Briar was alone, using the silence to practice her magic. Which tended to be unpredictable. She was trying to construct a bridge, because that seemed useful to know how to do. "Ugh, I'm never going to get this."

"I might be a princess, but I'd be damned if I caught a bird on my finger."

"What?"

Jumps on the reader's back. "Alright, don't drop me. . .I'm bored with walking."