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;; ————- with consciousness regained, the Elvenking rose from where he has slumbered for a week's worth of time. The toll of using his magick was presenting itself on he, the ancient, ever-young. Long years of having kept the side-effects of using his powers continuously, without relent and without a ring of power can do much damage, even to him, the proud ruler of Mirkwood, if not more so. And he felt it deep inside his veins - the growing of the shadows that moved in sleepless malice.
❝ It grows bolder, day by day. And it cannot be kept at bay, No, not for much longer, naye. ❞
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