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༄: ─ ❝ᴛᴏ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴀʟʟ ᴜɴʟᴇss ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴀ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ;         ༄: ─ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss, ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ＳＨＩＮＥ.❞ 『#Tolkien』::#Dark┊#LDM:: ─ #ᴅɪᴄᴋ

[ＫＩＮＧ ＴＨＲＡＮＤＵＩＬ @LanguidRuler]

"Do not speak to me of -love- lost. You know nothing of it."

[ＫＩＮＧ ＴＨＲＡＮＤＵＩＬ @LanguidRuler]

#SemiFakeRP: I'll have you know, @ReclaimErebor...

[ＫＩＮＧ ＴＨＲＡＮＤＵＩＬ @LanguidRuler]

@TheCrimsonWoman @TheBeastOfArnor « winter's chill.

"She is an old friend."

[ＫＩＮＧ ＴＨＲＡＮＤＵＩＬ @LanguidRuler]

The Cold King turns, regarding the stranger within his halls with a detached sort of interest.

He raised a frost tipped brow at @TheBeastOfArnor. "If your voice should be as loud as your scowl, I dare say every Orc will be drawn to this place, Northman."

[ＫＩＮＧ ＴＨＲＡＮＤＵＩＬ @LanguidRuler]

@TheCrimsonWoman @TheBeastOfArnor « certain mannerisms in which this Northman displayed that were of the ilk of a younger, more wild and impulsive Legolas.

With a cunning smile, the King replies in a voice as soft and cool as a spring morn frozen by »

[ＫＩＮＧ ＴＨＲＡＮＤＵＩＬ @LanguidRuler]

@TheBeastOfArnor « death to those whose company you keep." Frost tipped brows lower, the intensity of eyes carved of ice and metal hardening. "The time will come, Dúnedain, when you will have to remind her of /who/ she is."

[ＫＩＮＧ ＴＨＲＡＮＤＵＩＬ @LanguidRuler]

@TheBeastOfArnor « call upon his already cool skin, breaking its teeth against the unyielding flesh. At once his glacial gaze withdraws from the nocturnal terrain above him to settle upon Northerner.

"Be sure that /your/ thirst for vengeance does not bring »