The elf slowly stood up. He glanced at Thengise before leaping up a tree, with the leaves rustling as he sat on a thick branch just above her. He said nothing, and looked at the horizon, which could be seen. The sun was starting to set. The shadow were thick, inky, and the horizon, along with the figures of trees and building, were inky black as well, with the sky a periwinkle color, the clouds pink and tinged with orange, and the sun sinking below, shining a radiant golden orange.
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- Ringwraith #5,
Servant of the Eye
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