Arawil also climbed down from her perch in a tree to meet the elves. The first, a tall, blond, strapping fellow carrying a spear held up a hand. His companions stopped.
"Who dares to set foot in King Thranduil's realm?" he called. "Be ye elf? Speak quickly or I will be forced to attack you."
"Not on your pretty spear, elfling." Arawil said, laughing. "I could run you through before you had even registered I had moved."
This entire scene could have devolved into a battle, if it were not for Min. He held up his hands. "Himhuan, you know who I am. Take us to the King, and let us tell him our story."
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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