Keen glacial eyes narrow, a sharp jaw locks, and a strong hand tightens upon the bow of the Galadhrim as rumor of the Old Enemy reaches the ears of the Grey Elf. “Morgoth.”

Victory is victory, however small. TURIN. #Tolkien #UnfinishedTales

“I have heard of the Oath of Fëanor and the Doom it unleashed upon our world... And yet...𝕱ë𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖗’s defiance to 𝑺 𝑨 𝑼 𝑹 𝑶 𝑵 is notable.”

Notes that that wine looks exquisite.

─ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀ ＬＩＧＨＴ ʜᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ 𝑶 𝑼 𝑻 . . .

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s ᴀ ────◈─◈─◈──── 𝑫 𝑨 𝑹 𝑲 𝑵 𝑬 𝑺 𝑺 ────◈─◈─◈──── ɪɴ ᴍᴇ...

────◈─◈─◈──── ɪ·ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴏ I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ... ────◈─◈─◈────

“It seems it is time to deal with the Darkness, ༺ＣＡＬＡＥＲＩＬ༻”

Eruedraith "I do believe you speak the truth, Mellon nin."

“Five years is too short a time to enjoy the wonders of Arda...” Do you remember when you joined Twitter? I do! #MyTwitterAnniversary

Brandishes his bow, his keen eyes looking about, piercing the growing darkness.

A quiet whisper drifts over Eruedraith’s shoulder. “Mellon nin…”

Eruedraith "N'uir thiad dhîn 'ell." (Ever is your presence a joy) Stepping into the vibrant and brief light of the setting Sun, she places her fair hand in his, her smile and echo to his own.

#OOC: If you're sitting there getting defensive, angry, or uncomfortable thinking I'm talking about / to you, chances are, I AM.

*Brandishes his mallorn bow, casting his glacial eyes upward* You would do well to listen to both her and her scribe.

The Grey Elf's steps carried him further away from ༺ＣＡＬＡＥＲＩＬ༻, his footfalls silent among the scattered leaves and moss of the forest -

The Grey Elf brandishes his bow, his keen, glacial eyes looking about the lands.

“As long as we stand, the Darkness will not prevail Calaeril...” ༺ＣＡＬＡＥＲＩＬ༻

Eruedraith Tired seemed the eyes of a timeless soul and burdened was her smile. "And when our joints rust and our feet crumble, then we shall stand tallest of all on our knees, Eruedraith." Eruedraith