It is simply not talked about enough how utterly bangable is Elrond son of Eärendil, but I’m willing to do my part.
The Master of Imladris can eternally have this. Arwen’s dad has got me down bad. The Herald of Gil-Galad may render me unclad. The Halfelven Lord can have me filled with unborn. The bearer of the Ring of Air should pull my hair.
And they say Shakespeare is dead










