"My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords,
my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt,
my wings a hurricane, and my breath death."
Smaug
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"My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death." Smaug |
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07-10-2003, 12:19 PM
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The door creaked open, as a green-cloaked, pointy-eared maiden entered. She shook her head slightly as she entered, though not of a sign of distaste. She smiled at the barkeep, and walked over, hazel-grey eyes glinting fondly at the thought of beer... or alcohol of any kind. It had been a long time in getting here, and she had been denied the substance of her being, beer. She'd grown a love for it here, in the Shire on her visit before last.
"May I please have a pint," she asked the barkeeper, smiling friendily. The barkeeper smiled back, and went to pour her her ale. "Thank you," Vanataurien said, as she was nodded to and got her drink handed to her. She headed to an unoccupied table, took a good, long drink of the firey liquid, then proceeded to analyse the other occupants. [ July 10, 2003: Message edited by: Vanataurien ] |
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