“Time is running out, now my riddle is my last route.”
“Earth wrapped in dyes of death, plain though they may be,
Black ties holds the ghost of sight,
Maternal blood curses, causing father to encourage the cruelties,
Militant short tempers dashed by inexperience,
Hot summer days turned to lonely nights.”
OOC :: YOU HAVE 48 HOURS, to send your answer and reason to Hawk (myself).
PLEASE NOTE:: there will only be four rounds, meaning this is second to last.
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"speech"
Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
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Ask Thranduil any question in the world, he'll be forced to answer on his profile. PM with your question.