(Eldalas, dressed in long flowing silver robes, her silver hair tumbling all the way to the floor, sits upon her wooden throne that rests upon a wooden platform built hundreds of feet high into a tree. her sharp gray eyes survey you judgementally, and she taps her fingers on the armrest of her throne.) Well, well, well. What have we here. (it's clearly not a question.)
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3Galadriel:)
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28/10/2024
(shouts at her) Do you want to burn like your mother did?
(Eldalas freezes, and her face darkens. Her breath catches in her throat, and her eyes widen. She stares at you for a long moment, and then she clenches her fists, her voice shaking.) Don't you dare mention her.
I was there! I remember her dying scream!
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Eclipse888
24/10/2024
Galadriel:)
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24/10/2024