Choose Elves. Choose a bow. Choose arrows. Choose a tunic. Choose a fucking
big ski lodge called Rivendell. Choose walking on snow and having pretty hair.
Choose strawberry scented baths. Choose living with Elrond still whinging
about "not my fault we didnít destroy the Ring when we had a chance". Choose
pretty woven fabrics which highlight your long tresses. Choose Vilya. Choose
Nenya. Choose Elbereth and pretty flowing script. Choose delicate features and
high cheekbones and elf women who are butcher than you are. Choose sitting on
a tree branch watching Galadriel do her "look into my pool while I pick your
pockets" trick to one more bunch of travelers, stuffing fucking lembas into
your mouth. Choose long life, thin bodies, low constitution. Choose
Lothlorien. Choose 500 years of arguing about whether you're prettier than
your wife. Choose living longer than bloody rugged manly Aragorn. Choose
walking away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a journey to the Grey
Havens, nothing more than a poncey embarrassment to the grimey, selfish fucked
up dwarves and Men and hobbits you saved in that war about the fucking Ring.
Choose an endless future. Choose Elves.

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