He ate all the little candy and snacks they found for him. ” a tall thing tells me “I-I-I'm sorry i didn't mean to-” you try to explain yourself while backing away but the large thing grabs you by the throat. A/N : In this tale, my dear reader, I grant you the body of Ithilwen Lionheart - a vanguard of the Elvenking, an estranged Dunedain vagabond.
It was deep winter and snow openly fell from a beautiful white and gray sky.
