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An(other) Elf, yes. This one comes walking out from the trees, looking as though he's come walking a long way: his clothes (modern, denim and cotton) are worn and dusty, his hair wind-tangled. What he doesn't look is surprised to be here. It might seem familiar -- after a point everything begins to seem familiar -- more likely, he's just been around long enough that the presence of a solitary house at the edge of a wood isn't all that astonishing.
At any rate, he hardly spares the house a glance, gravitating towards the lake instead, where he fills a battered tin canteen with water and settles in to watch the sun go down. It seems like a nice place, really. Peaceful.
T: Right. Maglor, of The Silmarillion, though it's been quite a while since all of that. Ex-murderer, exiled prince, current angsty poet, on-and-off crazysauce. Reintro'd, reset; enjoy.
At any rate, he hardly spares the house a glance, gravitating towards the lake instead, where he fills a battered tin canteen with water and settles in to watch the sun go down. It seems like a nice place, really. Peaceful.
T: Right. Maglor, of The Silmarillion, though it's been quite a while since all of that. Ex-murderer, exiled prince, current angsty poet, on-and-off crazysauce. Reintro'd, reset; enjoy.