Post by Txur'itan on Feb 23, 2013 13:39:57 GMT 8
It was a quiet day in the Shire. Two tall, graceful figures strolled through Hobbiton, grey cloaks and hoods obscuring their faces. However, the aura they were giving off was ruined by their dialogue:
-"Elladan, I think it's this way..."-
-"No, no,I'm telling you, the house is down this way!"-
-"The instructions /clearly/ state we must go through that road!"-
-"It most certainly(c)
-"Elladan, I think it's this way..."-
-"No, no,I'm telling you, the house is down this way!"-
-"The instructions /clearly/ state we must go through that road!"-
-"It most certainly(c)
