"Which brings up another point," Naaramare said, grinning. "What are you going to do when Olorin here reaches his full size? It might make travelling a little difficult.
"As for Thranduil, he's always had a stiff neck, since before he was even grown . . . " Now how do I know that? she asked herself, trailing off, but the ghost of a memory had fled, leaving her to sigh in frustration.
(OOC: Hehehe. Fea, thanks for the comment. I think I joined your clique, but I have to wait until my layout person adds it to my coding . . . siiigh.)
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