(The angry shout interrupts his rounds. Maedhros has no fear of entering a fray - or breaking one up. He approaches almost silently, eyes bright and sharp in the dim light. Before the man can strike out at Fate - he certainly has the support to do just that - he grabs the back of the man's shirt and nearly hefts him off his feet.
Hi, have a six foot eight armored Arda Elf with flame red hair. Surely he is the best peace-maker?)
There is no need for stupidity. How else can this be settled?
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Hi, have a six foot eight armored Arda Elf with flame red hair. Surely he is the best peace-maker?)
There is no need for stupidity. How else can this be settled?