He bowed his head to her in respectful deference to her greeting, pleased that she's offered him such respect. "I am not my uncle," Fili assured her, for though Thorin had a reputation and a prejudice against elves, it was not one that he shared. After all, he knew that had he lived to inherit the throne and become King, he would have been different. He would have wanted to make a deal with the various races of Middle Earth.
"Please, sit," he coaxed. "And you can tell me what you wish from my craft hands. If you would permit a dwarf to touch your elvish locks."
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"Please, sit," he coaxed. "And you can tell me what you wish from my craft hands. If you would permit a dwarf to touch your elvish locks."