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Morthoron · 05-02-2012, 08:30 AM

The Dark Elf, assuming his stock-sylvan stance in the top of an elder tree, cocked an eyebrow and batted his cerulean orbs (flecked in violet) in a most comely manner. For no other reason than flashy effect, he unsheathed his enchanted mithril blade, Naugrond - the "hammer of the dwarves" - crafted by Telchar of Nogrod in shop class during the 11th grade of the 2nd Age. The Moriquende waved the pyrotechnically-imbued sword about, trying to catch someone's - anyone's - attention. No luck.

The Dark Elf cursed under his breath in a Telerin variant of Sindarin. Gone were the days of heroic quests, daunting foes and the epochal epicness of prior Ages. He made a mental note to call his dwarvish banking firm, Thorinstein & Dainbaum, to check on his retirement accounts (he may be a Dark Elf, but he wasn't necessarily avaricious). He might as well book a charter from that nice Mr. Cirdan at Gray Havens Travel, get a beachfront condo at Tirion-upon-Tuna, sling a hammock between the Two Trees, and take it easy for a century or two.

An odd looking squirrel hovered on the branches above him. Some droppings landed on his shoulder. The Dark Elf sighed. Yes, he would be booking the charter tomorrow.

05-02-2012, 08:30 AM	#8
Morthoron Curmudgeonly Wordwraith Join Date: Jun 2007 Location: Ensconced in curmudgeonly pursuits Posts: 2,517	The Dark Elf, assuming his stock-sylvan stance in the top of an elder tree, cocked an eyebrow and batted his cerulean orbs (flecked in violet) in a most comely manner. For no other reason than flashy effect, he unsheathed his enchanted mithril blade, Naugrond - the "hammer of the dwarves" - crafted by Telchar of Nogrod in shop class during the 11th grade of the 2nd Age. The Moriquende waved the pyrotechnically-imbued sword about, trying to catch someone's - anyone's - attention. No luck. The Dark Elf cursed under his breath in a Telerin variant of Sindarin. Gone were the days of heroic quests, daunting foes and the epochal epicness of prior Ages. He made a mental note to call his dwarvish banking firm, Thorinstein & Dainbaum, to check on his retirement accounts (he may be a Dark Elf, but he wasn't necessarily avaricious). He might as well book a charter from that nice Mr. Cirdan at Gray Havens Travel, get a beachfront condo at Tirion-upon-Tuna, sling a hammock between the Two Trees, and take it easy for a century or two. An odd looking squirrel hovered on the branches above him. Some droppings landed on his shoulder. The Dark Elf sighed. Yes, he would be booking the charter tomorrow. __________________ And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.