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Sara comes in from running around the lake, rubbing her hands. "Don't tell me I have to find my winter gloves this soon," she mumbles, getting a hot mug of coffee from the bar.

Fireplaces are cozy areas.

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Barry laughs a little. "Well, that is intriguing. I can imagine this is not what he expected.

"Does he look like his actor from the films?"

"Very much so. Of course I haven't told him about them or anything like that, but he seemed intrigued by the existence of other worlds with humans. He's offered to teach me about Middle Earth."

"Sounds very nice of him, especially given the somewhat standoffish attitudes I recall about elves and humans.

"Do you think you'll try to teach him about all things Earth, the way you did Gimli and Boromir?

"And would that mean you need some sort of special titles as the teacher of all three?" He smirks again, but finds quite amazing. Elrond here, of all places.

She grins. "I offered to do so in exchange and he seemed eagar to learn. I don't think the movie version of him did true justice to his character, to be honest. The books showed the gentler, intellectual side rather than the standoffish lord."

"A title? Hmmm...well, Gimli originally thought I was a dark sorceress. Boromir insists on calling me Lady."

Then perhaps, my Lady Sidle, we should call you that. The Lady of the Education of the Fellowship, or something like that." He smiles warmly, feeling that a smirk would not suit the consort of such a lady.

"And yes, I know Elrond was not of the Fellowship, my Lady, but must a title be precise?" He fights that smirk hard.

"I," she says with great dignity, "am not a lady, my lord." She appears to be fighting a smirk herself.

"If I, my Lady Sidle, am suited to be called a Lord, then certainly you are as suited to be called a Lady." Barry does a lousy British accent, but tries anyway.

"I refuse to wear the appropriate attire. I eat with my hands. I have not borne children suitable for heirs. Truly, my lord, I must protest thee calling me a lady." Smirk, smirk, smirk.

"Ah. But surely as a lady, as a formally titled lady, you would have the right to rewirte the rules as you see fit. Thus making the eating of food with the hand and the wearing of slacks not merely permissible but required. A lady for the times, you might say, but a lady still." Barry takes her hands into his.

"And certainly a lady well suited to her lord."

"If my lord deems me worthy, then truly, I must be so." She kisses him.

"Indeed you must, my lady," he says between kisses.

"Though if my lady will indulge me, I think would prefer to speak in more contemporary English. Doing a British accent is not one of more strong suits." He gives her a warm grin, and another kiss.

[ooc: and this is a good place to wrap while I have any enrgy left. Take it easy!]

"A worthy suggestion as I'm about tapped out." She laughs.

[ooc: Hope you feel better. :)]

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