Day 6
I will shoot the next person who makes a girly Legolas joke. Is it my fault that I am naturally beautiful like all other members of my speices? How many orcs do I have to kill in spectacular fashion before I get any respect? I tell you, I get no respect! On one side there are mindless teeny-boppers raving about my looks who will undoubtedly forget about my very existence a year or two from now (or when Faramir enters the picture. I may be naturally beautiful without even trying, but HE is the one who has to spend hours in front of the mirror, mere dirty smelly mortal that he is). On the other side, there are the jealous males who feel they have to insult me to compensate for their shortcomings! I get no respect!
Eru, if I have to put up with much more of this I will become a very bitter Elf. A very bitter Elf with an unlimited supply of arrows, by the way.
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All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.
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