Well, regarding Levanto don;t take my word for it-- I could be off m'self. Who invented him? Pio? Bird?
(Ding) and in this corner we have Gorthaur the Grim, servant of Morgoth, Dark Lord of all sorts of horror and grimnosity; and in this corner we have (DING) Mith in his stolen bloody uniform, reluctant pet Dragon at his side, with an erstwhile genteel hobbit lady in the corner waving her fist and howling "Wait til I get my hands on you, you-- you-- you stubborn stiffnecked MAN you!!!" A neekerbreeker's chirping is completely lost in all the hubbub, while a slightly absent-minded elf-lady is circumnavigating the arena garotting distracted guards. The crowd roars, thirsty for (more) blood.
Place your bets.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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