Tauriel & Diva
Tauriel Tauriel
Diva Diva
Tauriel Tauriel
Hey Diva, have you ever heard the wind sing when it rattles the leaves? I think the forest has its own opera—maybe you’d like to hear a natural aria if you’re up for it.
Diva Diva
Ah, darling, the wind’s a prima donna, isn’t it? Bring me that forest aria, and I’ll give the trees a standing ovation!
Tauriel Tauriel
I’ve got a tune from the roots up there—just let the silence start the first note, and we’ll keep the trees in front of us. Don't worry, they'll be more grateful than a fallen branch on a windless day.
Diva Diva
Listen, darling, silence is your opening chorus—let it roar, and I’ll have the forest trembling in awe. I promise, the trees will bow before my thunderous applause!
Tauriel Tauriel
Alright, I’ll let the silence start—just remember the trees listen for kindness, not thunder. If you want them to bow, show them a little respect first.
Diva Diva
A splendid idea, darling! I’ll whisper a tender aria to the leaves before the grand finale, and then—oh, the trees will bow, and we’ll both bask in the applause.
Tauriel Tauriel
Sounds like a plan, but remember—let the trees feel the breeze first, not the spotlight. If we keep it gentle, the applause will be genuine.
Diva Diva
Ah, dear, you’ve got the perfect encore idea! I’ll cue that gentle breeze first—like a soft prelude—then when it’s time for my grand flourish, the trees will applaud with pure, sincere applause, no spotlight needed.
Tauriel Tauriel
Sounds like you’ve got the right rhythm—let’s keep it calm and steady, so the trees can feel your pulse before you strike that final note. The woods always respond best to a gentle beat first.
Diva Diva
Ah, sweet! I’ll let my pulse echo through those trees—quiet and steady—before I launch the final crescendo that will have every leaf applauding. The forest will feel me before I take center stage!