"Nobody's really figured out how I did it yet. I just drew my bow, released, and suddenly had an arrow in my hand. My entire class was either speechless or they were on the floor, paralyzed with laughter." He takes a sip from a new glass of ale that he had gotten, this one in a class cup."
"So, what brings you to these parts? And what do you think of these adorable little hobbits?"
Morlaithion was surprised that he was making friends this quickly. Normally, when people saw his clumsiness with pretty much everything, they stayed as far away as possible.
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Gil-Galad, The Last High Elven King
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