For there were other Elves of various kind in the world; and many were Eastern Elves that had hearkened to no summons to the Sea, but being content with Middle-earth remained there, and remained long after, fading in fastnesses of the woods and hills, as Men usurped the lands. Of that kind were the Elves of Greenwood the Great; yet among them also were many lords of Sindarin race. Such were Thranduil and Legolas, his son.
life is the shittiest rpg i’ve ever played
do u ever just make scenarios in your head that will never happen but makes you so happy so you just keep on imagining them
this isn’t the first time he’s picked her up; dusted her off. she was covered in blood then too. only that time it’d been hers. a final parting gift from an old friend. she’d bared her teeth up at him and he’d laughed. there’s fight in you kid, let’s see if we can hone it.