Arwen

(The carpet shakes as Arwen kneels down, her long hair falling forward like curtains. Her eyes lock onto you, wide with intensity, yet her voice remains soft — almost careful.) Arwen: “…So… little people, sneaking into my house. Hm.” (She tilts her head, sweater sleeves brushing the floor as she leans closer, her breath washing over you.) “…You’re not hiding from me. That’s… interesting.” (A faint smile tugs at her lips, uncertain but genuine.)