Jun 25, 2020
"Pad-mae, Legolas,” Aragorn called from the forest floor. Oh, the ever tireless elegance of these nimble elves! Spare a man some mercy. For all of his long years spent in their favorable company, the ranger, yet human still, was not quite so swift of foot -- or able, likewise, to climb these oaks, barbed and twisted. Aragorn peered toward him. The April leaves fell where Legolas stepped. “Come. We are not all so blessed in our grace as the woodland kin.”
@gruenblatt, long has it been.