In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak.
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Ori was an incredibly brave dwarf. Durig his lifetime he went on two separate quests that were both deemed reckless and incredibly dangerous. And each time he still decided to go, even if he was well aware that he might not ever return.Â
My dear Frodo, you asked me once if I had told you everything there was to know about my adventures. And while I can honestly say I’ve told you the truth, I may not have told you all of it. I am old, Frodo. I am not the same hobbit as I once was. It is time for you to know what really happened.
Thranduil visiting Bilbo in the Shire, being a too comfortable guest and an emotional drunk.
Art trade with twilight-deviant! I hope you’ll like, dear :3
