The elven woman watched Biffo walk away, and stirred, called after him for she had heard his thoughts... "men quarrell because they are mortal, elves, i can only presume quarrell because they are prevoked, when prevoked are swift and lethal, goodnight" she lowered the hood of her deep blue cloak and continued to write.
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"Athena, stepping up behind him, visible to no one but Achillies, gripped his red-gold hair. Startled he made a half turn, and he knew her upon the instant for Athena." ~The Iliad~
~My lord, Éomer~
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