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| He moved with grace and strength. Beautiful in a masculine sort of way. His face lacked the tell tale signs of age that could be seen in his companions. �Greetings, son of the Green Wood.� She greeted him in his own tongue. Her voice, soft and sweet, rang with a mild essence of power. �Greetings to you as well Lady,� was his soft cordial reply, in spite of the hooded curiosity in his eyes. �Maldira, daughter of Haldinock.� She closed her left fist over her heart in the warrior�s greeting of her people. �Legalos, son of Thranduil.� She smiled slightly as he awkwardly copied her movements. You learn quickly Lord of the Green leaves. |
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