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⁛ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ ɪs ᴏʟᴅ, ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏʟᴅ. ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ⁛

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:: PERMANENT STARTER CALL :: ♡ for a GIF starter ↻ for a short written ♡ + ↻ to spread the world : descriprive : au mc 21+ : crossovers ocs are very much welcomed too DMs are always open to plot! #hobbitrp #lotrrp #tolienrp

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- >> ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ғʟɪᴘ << - > ɢʀᴇᴇɴʟᴇᴀғ ʟᴇɢᴏʟᴀs > ᴇʟᴠɪsʜ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴡᴏᴏᴅʟᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ > ʟᴏᴛʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴛ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ > ᴏᴄs, ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ > ʀᴛ?

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@SassOfMirkwood - pitch dark, only the distant light of the silver moon shined through the windows. It was just enough to light the -

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@SassOfMirkwood - king's figure, but not his face. Legolas could not tell If he was crying but he felt something was wrong. "Father~ " -

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@SassOfMirkwood Legolas slowly took a step closer just to see his father's tears sparkling on his cheeks in the moonlight. His heart broke at the mere -

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@SassOfMirkwood - sight, he wanted to close his eyes and run away. But he walked closer to kneel beside his father's bed, he felt tears gathering in his -

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@SassOfMirkwood - eyes as well. "Ada~ " He started almost in a whisper and remained in silence for a long minute. ". . .Amin hiraetha~ " That was all -

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|| A L R I G HT, trying to get this account back to life! - am seeking for SLs! - OCs and Crossovers are very much welcomed, there’s only one need: be descriptive! RT this and I’ll shoot you a DM! Or just DM me right away!

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{ Starter for Tauriel } Legolas released the arrow from his bow. The shot flew unerringly across the clearing and imbedded itself in the center of his target. A single vibrant red mark on a tree branch. He was practising. Not like he would needed any more practise. -

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- He regularly did this, when he had no guarding or prince duties to fulfil. He nocked another arrow, practically slicing the previous one into two halves. The forest of Mirkwood was peaceful, it was almost silent. Almost. For an elf, silence did not exist, with such keen -

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- ears they could even hear ants marching or earthworms crawling under dirt or. . . Someone else trying to sneak upon them. Careful footsteps. Of an elf. And he knew already. “ I can hear you, Tauriel. . “