My people lived in ours halls for many years
the nearby folk hunt us for game and we began to fall
3 remained till it was understood until the eldest betrayed and was killed by the reletive of the betrayed
who am I?
(thanks for the flattery Lathspell BUT IT SHALL GIVE YOU ONLY DEATH MORTAL FOOL! unless you give me some candy, we elves LOVE candy!, its our prescious)
[ March 17, 2003: Message edited by: Gil-Galad ]
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Love doesn't blow up and get killed.
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