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*a tall, handsome, and rather sweaty elf makes his way into the main room, blinking around in a bewildered manner*
Where..
*he removes the tattered sash around his waist, using it to wipe his face clean from sweat and some dirt; is wearing armour, and appears that he had just gotten back from a battle*
I thought I was dead.. all I remember is.. Sauron.
*running his fingers through his hair, he shifts the locks enough to expose pointed ears and dark brown eyes*
I'm Ereinion Gil-galad. Can someone tell me where I am?
Typist: I blame Claire. Ereinion Gil-galad, from Tolkien's The Silmarillion.
Where..
*he removes the tattered sash around his waist, using it to wipe his face clean from sweat and some dirt; is wearing armour, and appears that he had just gotten back from a battle*
I thought I was dead.. all I remember is.. Sauron.
*running his fingers through his hair, he shifts the locks enough to expose pointed ears and dark brown eyes*
I'm Ereinion Gil-galad. Can someone tell me where I am?
Typist: I blame Claire. Ereinion Gil-galad, from Tolkien's The Silmarillion.