Please follow the new Galadriel!
…You already know me, you say? And your friends?
Oh. They know me too. *humph* WELL THEN JUST FOR SPITE:
IT IS I, LEGOLAS GREENLEAF, BEST AND PRETTIEST, SON OF THRANDUIL OF THE MIRKWOOD REALM.
I have finally returned to reinstate myself as:
1. Naughty Buisness Secretary, Treasurer and President of the Fellowship of the Ring
2. Keeper of fine things and hater of crumpets
3. Shenanigans causer
4. Sexy time abuser
and of course 5. The Best and Prettiest
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Love and Cuddles,
Fairest and Mightiest objects most mightily.
Go back to school, Lolacakes. You should get a degree to make your father proud.
*nods and squeezes your hand reassuringly* Uuma dela. Alasse and I have much to do here with the wounded. Just… be careful, heruamin, saes. *kisses you gently* You’re all ready.
*stops for a moment and looks intently at you* Celeborn… what are you thinking, that you are not telling me…? I feel as though something is off… *frowns* He… has he been talking with you?
Uuma, dela, I am almost done. *finishes tying the bandages before helping him put the shirt back on* I could go with you, heruamin… I have done my share of fighting in the past… *begins to hand you armour pieces and help buckle it*
No wonder Thranduil has a bad complexion.
That’s not the only thing that’s bad.
And welcome to you both.
If you are injured, let me know, so I may look over your wounds, Thranduil.
*kisses you softly before helping you out of your shirt* You would be wise not to dismiss them so lightly, even if I am here, melamin. *carefully starts to apply herbs and bandage your wounds*
*finishes mixing the herbs before coming over to you and helping you with your armour, and giving you a concerned look* How are you faring, heruamin? Where have you been injured? *gently massages your shoulders in between helping with your armour*