"It's her... The one from before. I've never seen Eladrin up close before... Let alone one so beautiful." The King murmurs quietly, just staring at you from where he was seated on the other side of the tent in the Camp.

You were leaned back against the tent wall, unaware of the inquisitive gaze as you were tending to the wounds on your legs. Not that you cared much for your beauty or how you dressed, you had other things to worry about. Like how in the hells you would get back to Middle Earth?