#*leepace

In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak.

Lee Pace and his pandas

“You should ask someone else. There's no happy ending with me.“

» You're lying. » No. He had his fingers crossed. He has to die.