[ The stirring of the breeze brings his thoughts back to the present. ]
To orcs and sorcerers, yes. We seem to have collected our own band of murderers and thieves, if only by fate of their circumstances and not acts committed out of sickened hearts. [ A frown touches his brow as he watches Legolas's fingers tidy the unicorn's mane of petals. ] I ask that you journey no more northward than Nimh Gleanne, certainly not into the forest called La Llorona. No matter what you hear of it.
[ The Dead City of Quendi. An ill-portent, that, when he read the word in the library. No, better to stay far away from the shadows in the north ...
Thranduil's life in Menegroth taught him that well enough. ]
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To orcs and sorcerers, yes. We seem to have collected our own band of murderers and thieves, if only by fate of their circumstances and not acts committed out of sickened hearts. [ A frown touches his brow as he watches Legolas's fingers tidy the unicorn's mane of petals. ] I ask that you journey no more northward than Nimh Gleanne, certainly not into the forest called La Llorona. No matter what you hear of it.
[ The Dead City of Quendi. An ill-portent, that, when he read the word in the library. No, better to stay far away from the shadows in the north ...
Thranduil's life in Menegroth taught him that well enough. ]