I’m seriously stressed out and nervous about the LARP, but instead of preparing and sewing, I’m going to see the in-laws and just lay in the sun in their garden, because it’s uncomfortably hot today… So, gpoy…
Legolas: THAT IS NO MERE RANGER
Legolas: THAT IS ARAGORN II
Legolas: SON OF ARATHORN II
Legolas: SON OF ARADOR
Aragorn: Legolas stop
Legolas: SON OF ARGONUI
Legolas: SON OF ARATHORN I
Legolas: SON OF ARASSUIL
Legolas: SON OF ARAHAD II
Legolas: SON OF ARAVORN
Boromir: is this really necessary
Legolas: SON OF ARAGOST
Legolas: SON OF ARAHAD I
Legolas: SON OF ARAGLAS
Legolas: SON OF ARAGORN I
Gandalf: this could take a while
Legolas: SON OF ARAVIR
Legolas: SON OF ARANUIR
Legolas: SON OF ARAHAEL
Legolas: SON OF ARANARTH
Legolas: SON OF ARVEDUI
Legolas: SON OF ARAPHANT
Elrond: good god man calm down
Legolas: SON OF ARAVAL
Legolas: SON OF ARVELEG II
Legolas: SON OF ARVEGIL
Legolas: SON OF ARGELEB II
Frodo: *falls asleep*
Legolas: SON OF ARAPHOR
Legolas: SON OF ARVELEG I
Legolas: SON OF ARGELEB I
Legolas: SON OF MALVEGIL
Gimli: this is ridiculous
Legolas: SON OF CELEBRINDOR
Legolas: SON OF MALLOR
Legolas: SON OF BELEG
Legolas: SON OF AMLAITH
Aragorn: Legolas
Legolas: SON OF EARENDUR
Legolas: SON OF ELENDUR
Legolas: SON OF VALANDUR
Legolas: SON OF TARONDOR
Aragorn: Legolas it's fine
Legolas: SON OF TARCIL
Legolas: SON OF ARANTAR
Legolas: SON OF ELDACAR
Legolas: SON OF VALANDIL
Legolas: SON OF ISILDUR
Gimli: finally
Legolas: YOU OWE HIM YOUR ALLEGIANCE.
Boromir: anything to make you shut up
A great war leaves the country with three armies—an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves.
