Heh

[ebonlock]

December 26th, year 3018 of the Third Age


King of Mirkwood,

Though I had to scrub my eyeballs with lye to get rid of the images you planted in my brain, I want you to know that I bear you no ill will. To prove how high I hold you in my esteem, I have sent your son off on a very important mission. To Mount Doom. With a Dwarf.

Sleep well.

Yours truly,
Lord Elrond of Imladris


Read the rest: The Last Elf Standing

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*tee hee*

[missjones.livejournal.com]

OMG! This slayed me! I could only wish for the imagination and creativity to do something like this. Will be laughing through most of the fourth age now. *giggles hysterically*