Annabelle is actually impressed when he reads it out loud, having not expected it—the Elvish is beautiful on the ears, and then she's further impressed that he translates it so articulately. Only clumsy at the...predictable parts.

She's never heard such words—and they embarrass her, but she's good at deflecting that kind of thing. Especially when there's someone else so much easier to embarrass present. She tilts her head, looking up at him, and crosses her ankles where she leans.

"The Elvish is so beautiful, though," she says sincerely, and she feels her face grow a little hot as she looks away. "I suppose it's fitting for that sort of story. I hadn't thought of it in that way before."

Or...uh, anything.