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tar_minyatur) wrote2017-11-13 01:51 pm
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And love grew between them, as little might be thought
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Elros Tar-Minyatur ruled the Númenóreans for four hundred years and ten. For to the Númenóreans long life had been granted, and they remained unwearied for thrice the span of mortal Men in Middle-earth; but to Eärendil's son the longest life of any Man was given

Have an idea for things you want to do with Elros? Hit me!
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Elros grins, and somewhere behind him, his honor guard sighs deeply. Those who have known him the longest will recognise that grin.
"You're welcome to try, O Small One. I'll even put away my sword."
Elros no.
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"Dinnae even me sword no matter what ye do, 'mon then ye jessie! Step lively an' lets see who the smaller man is."
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"I'd certainly like to see you try" Elros taunts, unbuckling his sword belt and kicking it behind him, beckoning.
"Come then, O Little One."
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He's so nice.
"Gonnae have to mash your food from now on when I'm done with ye, you mouthy git."
Right on cue, at that beckon, Elros would have to think fast. In direct contrast to his size, Gold Tooth was rather unfairly quick on his feet, swinging in immediately with a harsh left hook aimed for the man's jaw.
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But he is King, and this is his land, and it knows him, and the Land holds its breath as it watches.
"I hear a lot of words, but see no action, Tiny Beast!" He retorts, and turns the yank backwards away from the punch into a roll aiming to sweep Gold Tooth's feet out from under him.