Erestor let his gaze drop to Legolas’ naked chest where the yarë-carmé swirled wildly. He reached over slowly, and gently lifted the chain around Legolas’ neck, upon which hung the oak leaf, then let his fingers drift lightly onto the painted skin. ‘Tell me, did it hurt to have these etched onto your skin or are the warriors of Mirkwood supposed to
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