Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26044791-20150314045544/@comment-26044791-20150409100151

In the halls of the wood elves King Thranduil consulted with his son, Legolas. "Father, we can't hole up in our fortress of wood forever! The dragons are coming and if we don't help the rest of the free people now we are sure to fall!" Said Legolas with conviction, "my son, we are not hiding," Thranduil replied. "Well what do you call all this then!" Legolas said, motioning around him with flailing arms. Thranduil laughed, it was a controlled chuckle, completely devoid of any humour, "my son, we have been, inventing..."

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