I bought the most beautiful sword this summer that looks extremely Elvish (albeit a bit on the scrawny side) and I carted it around on my shoulder all day at my school's Renaissance Festival. It was so cool, about 50 people came up to me and asked me if I was either an Elf or a Ranger. I just preened! Of course then I proceeded to get challenged by a six-foot-something guy wearing extremely thick cardboard armor, with an extremely huge wooden sword. Needless to say, I didn't quite win that battle, but I did slice his hauberk off! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
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But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.
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