#halconath

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                                  ❝ I have been told that you, my prince, ❞   Haldir approached Legolas in the meadow of Lothlórien,   ❝ are skilled with a bow. ❞   Careful were his strides, light as feather and the wind blew his face and his pale hair SWAYED along with Manwë’s AIR. The sun was BEAMING down through the clouds. The sky at is bluest hue and the birds of the woods gleefully chirping and twittering. 

                                         ❝ Would I interest you in a friendly match? ❞   Haldir offered, for Lady Galadriel bade him to befriend the young prince. He was told he was too TIMID and he pondered why and how, for he was the prince of Mirkwood. Aye, perhaps, he was not the fairest by face but he reckoned that there is still within him that could make up for what he lacks.