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Started working on refs for my manaites instead of sleeping
King of Endodore striking down Manaite scout
"You can't change my mind"
“Can I not?” His eyes narrow and meet the others, an elf so strange in look and manner that it drove him to irritability. “You cannot leave and you may not enter into such places. His head tilted as he looked upon her; the elleth that he had first mistaken for an ellon. “It is you who put yourself here in your trespassing– you cannot leave now.” It is repeated more firmly the second time, as she seemed of stubborn nature.
“You have these choices: You may walk where you have been granted leave or you may return to the rooms granted you.”
@manaite liked for a starter.
an elegant head whips around when the sound of TWIG snapping greets his sharp ears, blue hues narrow in suspicion and the prince takes to the trees to scout the area below. drawing his woodland bow, a brow furrows at the sight of a rather odd looking elf, this was no WOOD ELF, this was one of his kin from another realm. gracefully leaping from the branch he was perched upon, the elven prince decided he’d greet this stranger.
“----i bid you greetings, who are you? and why have you ENTERED the realm of king thranduil?”
"do no think this ends here"
“I would not dare.” His tone holds no small amount of caution and once directed at her, holds something more of a warning. “It is not often strangers wander so heedlessly under these trees.” Eyes narrow and focus on the elleth (so strange in her looks) standing but mere feet under the thick branch he was angled on, arrow notched and aimed. It was not his choice of weapon, but he did not lack in skill to use it.
“It is but merely a call to stop; there is no need for any end to come.”
"That doesn't even make sense"
Furrow did his brows, ever so SLIGHTLY, his hair ever still against the gentle wind as he TURNED toface the being. “What, pray tell,CONFUSES you?” He queried kindly.
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