The picture above is of 1. Taryn touring Rivendell with Bilbo and Thorin (pretend he is in the photos). 2. Taryn catching the dwarves skinny dipping in the fountain with her uncle and Lindir. 3. And last the braids Thorin puts in Taryn's hair (just there would be beads and clasps also).
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Wandering through the many corridors Taryn did her best to show Bilbo all of Rivendell. She showed him different rooms, many paintings, and statues through out Rivendell. They walked over many bridges and looked at many of the waterfalls in the valley. Taryn showed him her favorite spots, that were quiet. And where she liked to draw, read, and write. Mainly the many gardens and fountains. But there was still more to see.
Of course they weren't alone, Thorin insisted on joining them. For some reason he would no longer let Taryn be alone with any other men, even little Biblo. 'Dwarves and their weird ways' was all Taryn thought to herself.
"Thorin I know this stuff is boring to you," she paused. "You can go spend time with the other dwarves." She said simply.
Thorin looked at Taryn like a wounded animal. "You don't want to spend time with me, azyûngal?" he asked her in a hurt tone of voice.
Taryn rolled her eyes. It was as if she told him, that she no longer loved him. "Of course I want to spend time with you," she said as she placed her left hand on his shoulder and smiled at him. "I just don't want you to be bored. That is all." She said in a loving manner.
Thorin's face lit up, as he smiled at her. He cupped her cheeks with both hands, as he stared into her pale blue eyes. "I could never be bored, when I'm spending time with you." he explained as he looked at her lovingly. As he pulls her closer to him, his lips crash onto Taryn's. Taryn wrapped her arms around his neck, as she kissed him back. His kiss tastes sweet like honey and he smells amazing. His tongue glides softly across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She gladly lets his tongue in her mouth. Taryn lets out a small moan as she leans in and feels him deepening the kiss.
Suddenly Taryn hears a throat clearing noise, coming from the side of them. That is when they realize they were not alone. They had both forgotten about the hobbit. They pull away from the kiss, breathless. "Sorry Bilbo," Taryn mutters.
Bilbo simply rolls his eyes at the two of them. "If you don't mind. Could we please get back to exploring Rivendell?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow at them in a questioning way.
Taryn let out a chuckle, as she fully pulled away from Thorin. "Of course Bilbo, of course."
Thorin simply nodded his head, as he wrapped one arm around Taryn's waist. He wasn't really paying attention to Bilbo. His mind was else where, thinking of Taryn.
"I'll show you one of my favorite paintings, that you haven't seen yet." Taryn said to Bilbo as she turned and headed over a small bridge. She took her left hand into Thorin's right hand as she pulled him along also.
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They made their way back to the area where they had dinner the night before and breakfast this morning. Smiling to herself, she went up the stairs. She led Bilbo and Thorin over to a large painting on the wall.
It was an painting of Isildur as he is about to cut the One Ring from Sauron's hand. Bilbo stood back as he stared at the painting. His eyes narrowed in on the One Ring on Sauron's finger. His face showed that he was a bit frightened of what he saw.
"Isn't it marveling. It is from The Last Alliance of Elves and Men," she explained to the hobbit.
"Right, were you there or alive then?" he asked her curiously.
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