*coughing nervously*
Elrohir, my love, my one true adored beloved, I... I have something to say.
*goes down on forelegs*
Will you marry me?
And I love the poem. I touches my inner core.
Don't worry about the police. If they come after you, I'll call the Mearas out on strike.
*goes down on forelegs*
Will you marry me?
And I love the poem. I touches my inner core.
Don't worry about the police. If they come after you, I'll call the Mearas out on strike.