Have any of you seen a comically over sized red and green loly-pop? I kinda lost one and need to break it in to millions of tiny pieces or my boss will have my head. Literally, bought a guillotine and everything.
The first time you had met, he had been very polite, carrying a regal air about him with the signs of old knowledge behind his crystal blue eyes, despite his youthful face and delightfully kitten-like smile.
This time around, you and Legolas were not in a similarly pleasant circumstance. A small band of orcs had made their way into Laketown, and as you had fled to your small home near the border, you heard a faint moan a couple of yards away. Slowly, you had turned your body, and, much to your surprise, you saw the elf you had met once a few months ago. He was limping slightly, and you could see blood running down his white hand.
A thumbnail moon hung high among a cloudless, black sky. The sun had been long gone for many hours, and the creatures of the wood had retired, some in sleep, some in fear of the things that were fond of lurking in the darkness. Yet disturbing the shadowy shapes of the trees was the slender form of a young elf, his pale hair shining slightly under the starlight as he walked briskly and knowledgeably from branch path to branch path in the twisting Mirkwood domain, a path that he had taken many times before.