( open ) there will come a poet, whose weapon is his word

[politicians]

WHO: Elrond + Anyone
WHAT: Catch all, open prompts for the month
WHEN: December
WHERE: Thorne + Horizon
WARNING: nothing yet

( starters in the comments. for anything specific, please hit me up @ timmtams / pm this journal )

Comments

[vecna]

It's beautiful to look at.

[At least that is... objectively true. No matter how one looks at it.]

What's its significance? If you don't mind me asking.

[politicians]

It is the realm of the Elves on Middle-Earth. We all congregate there, under the leadership of the High King Gil-Galad. There are no others like it.

[vecna]

[A "realm". The verbiage itself is suited for the environment, but Henry wheedles for more.]

But this tree specifically? Is this a new creation, or is it reminiscent of what exists in your "elven realm", too?

[politicians]

[ elrond chuckles softly. ]

Oh, this tree? I planted it when I was young. A few hundred years ago.

[vecna]

[A few hundred years...]

And how old are you, exactly? Or is that rude of me to ask?

[politicians]

[ elrond ponders this for a moment. ]

Over a thousand at least.

[vecna]

[A thousand. Yet this man looks young, still.]

Is that the norm where you're from, then?

[politicians]

With the Elves? Yes. I'm still quite young by the reckoning of my people.

[vecna]

You'll have to forgive the fact that this is hard for a regular human like myself to even comprehend.

[politicians]

[ elrond shakes his head. ]

Not at all. I'm aware that the race of Men have much shorter lifespans.