Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-28358106-20161010033252

I hold my hand up into the air and cast a sun ward in the air above. Standing in my saddle, I turn to the group of Leshens and speak in a clear, authoritative voice. I speak in the language of the Sindarin Elves, as my father taught me.

''Hold! Hold and stay! Gar-,glad hîn! Ceri-ú-tul-! Who has claimed your forest, that you defend it so? Who has cast this pall upon you? Speak! Speak, children of Numenor! Ca na-cín black herdir?''