I am but a fool in this land of sickness and men of old. In my very blood, runs the gift of eternal life; vibrant youth and changeling, swift. But lonesome and hostile I have grown in my elder years--for I am over a millenia old, and although age touches me not, my heart lingers abettor to Death
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*wheels steed into place next to the elf (incidentally trampling another three fangirls)* Don't fret about those, they're like cartoons -- nothing stops 'em for more than a few seconds. Need a ride to Minas Tirith? C'mon, man! *offers a hand up*
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I think you're just jealous!
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Legolas, we have been separated for far too long. Please come to the Steward's quarters as soon as you can. I want to see you and touch you again.... and I have an important matter I really need to discuss with you.
Meaningful penetrating glance
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*falls to her knees* O_O
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