Chapter TwoSilvan? Like Tolkien’s elves? You’re tall enough to be one.” Debbie leaned back against the nose of her Little Bird, warm in the April afternoon. She looked up at the new guy—six-one, maybe six-two, a long way up. The sun caught his blond hair and made it shine. He was also slender like an elf, except for a very nice set of soldier’s shoulders.
“Mom was a fan. And with our last name being Exeter… Exeter College was Tolkien’s alma mater. I never stood a chance,” new guy shrugged. Very nice shoulders. Good smile too. Debbie liked good smiles.
“I didn’t know there were elves in the Army. Something’s wrong with your ears though.”
He fell for it and actually reached up to touch them, before he sighed. “Not pointed. Right. Maybe I’m a deformed elf.”
“Or a reformed one.” Not one bi
