Enigma. For my own blood to flow ages through, for steady warmth and a haven safe and true, I’d give my life self-willingly and freely, had not its volatile, needle-like sword been leading me, like a thread, throughout the world.
The white too mighty!! Love best Gimli and Legolas!! I was wondering what was it like for the elves, the immortal to face death in war, a war for their passing times and old allegiance. It must be very different. After all, they could just sail away to the West?