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[woodlandmajesty]

Greetings, and good tidings. I am King Thranduil of the realm of Eryn Lasgalen. This seems a pleasurable place, and I hope to find good wine decent company amongst you.

Typist: Hello! I'm new as well, having being talked into joining (not that it was that hard)! *waves* For those who don't know Thranduil, he's from the LotR universe, mainly in

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[captainearendil]

Greetings, King Thranduil. *bows*
Just keep away from the Noldor and the Death Eaters, and the pleasant company should not be too hard to find...

[woodlandmajesty]

My lord, it is a pleasure. *returns the bow politely*
Thank you for the warnings. I shall ddefiantly keep them in mind, especially considering...past occurrences on the Noldor's behalf.

[captainearendil]

That is very wise of you. Although Maglor is actually all right. Oh, and maybe I should warn you about the demons, too? But probably you would have thought of that yourself. Well.

[woodlandmajesty]

There are demons here as well? My. I am afraid that had slipped my mind. It seems that I may need to watch my step with everyone here at first.

[godsayshi]

Typist: Bwaha. :D I win.

[woodlandmajesty]

Typist: I was conned! Conned I tell you! Yes, you totally win.

[hobbitwitharing]

Hello, King Thranduil. I'm honored. I... got to know your son, on my travels. He was a loyal friend.

[woodlandmajesty]

Ah, young Master Frodo. I have heard much about you. It is my honor. I knew your uncle, and should have known such a great hobbit would come from that line. *bows his head slightly* I am pleased to hear that you consider my son as a close companion.

[jareth]

Welcome.

[woodlandmajesty]

Thank you, sir.

[finweson]

*inclines his head just a tiny bit, somewhat amusedly* Greetings, King Thranduil.

As you have apparently heard about... "past occurances on the Noldor's behalf", I suppose I need not introduce myself.

[woodlandmajesty]

Indeed, you are known to me, sir. Though, perhaps you will change my mind on what I have decerned from your legends, or perhaps not. *nods head slightly in Feanor's direction*

[finweson]

*lips twitching amusedly* The legends have been written by the prejudiced, sir. Perhaps you will be able to look beyond them for better or for worse.

[finweson]

After meeting your eldest sons, I shall definatly be open to new...interperatations. Thank you for the welcome, my lord.