Originally posted by Dark princess
*gets up and goes inside and slaps Feanor across the face leaveing a hand print* Thats what you get for messing with the princess of darkness
In truth, my heart doth grieve ill...wilt thou not reciprocate thy troth to me, white lady of the night?
Yea verily employ me then so that I may proved my worth if but a little...but let me not yearn evermore though I have aspired to reach the star when the moon is nigh...
O' how I love though love be that which is not given life is a withered flower compared...what say thee then as I reach out a hand in thy way?