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[nightshades]

i would die for mirkwood.
i would kill for her and her people.

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Oh, How the Songbird Sings

The shadows reach far; the Elves of Greenwood are driven from Alfheim, banished for meddling in the darker side of the Arts, for their behaviour unbecoming of an Elf.

They dwell now in Svartalfheim, where the dark and the fallen Elves live, and here is where Legolas was raised for going on 600 years. Those who have anything to do with Elves fear that the this same fate will befall the country of Lorien, and soon, too, Rivendell. But the Elves of what was once Greenwood keep to themselves.

And now, they serve only Mirkwood.

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[nightshades]

[dark calls to dark; so does the stranger (or not stranger) draw from the depths of the woods a resident. he seems always to be greeting the visitors lately. first the green wizard, and now... who? what, even?

the eyes that peer from the shadows are not those of the ents of vanaheim-- huorns, perhaps, dark and misleading, but they are deep in the forest and are not quick to rouse, for there are few arrivals that may surprise them.

wood-elves, however, are not accustomed to visitors who seek refuge, or visitors at all. he speaks from the trees as he has many times before, low and unthreatening, but not entirely welcoming either.]

Who goes there? What business have you with this realm?

[rottings]

[ Hades never needs refuge, for there are few who can find black among darkness. he doesn't look to see who calls to him, simply tilts his head downwards at his feet. ]

I do not doubt that you know of others, but I seek no fulfillment.

[ he lifts his head. hair falls over his shoulder, and his eyes do not seek but land on the wood-elf immediately despite the lack of light. ]