Journey Forth, An Errand Spend
My presence wanders free as a Wood Nymph.
Friends and foes, will scoff and jeer. My lovers, my kin; both shall neglect my name. 'Legolas, where do you roam?', cries they, 'why does absence keep thee?'
My promise to betroth a maiden of the Wood has fallen. And the beloved of my soul strays far from reach. Argue, one may, that I have led such Fate ( Read more... )
Friends and foes, will scoff and jeer. My lovers, my kin; both shall neglect my name. 'Legolas, where do you roam?', cries they, 'why does absence keep thee?'
My promise to betroth a maiden of the Wood has fallen. And the beloved of my soul strays far from reach. Argue, one may, that I have led such Fate ( Read more... )
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I am here, always, and all you have to do is say my name.
Don your leather and ome to my loveshack as your earliest convenience, my Love.
My bed is warm, swathed in black satin sheets and bedecked with mithril handcuffs-- and awaits you.
Love,
Your Boroslut
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This invitation, I graciously accept. For thy bed would prove evermore delightful, should a fair skinned Elf lay upon it...
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*melts into a puddle of warm gooey purple muck*
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