"Hmmm??"
Montross says, listen to the sad tale that is come cry:
'Therefore Morgoth came, climbing slowly from his subterranean throne, and the rumour of his feet was like thunder underground. And he issued forth clad in black armour; and he stood before the king like a tower, iron-crowned and his vast shield, sable unblazoned, cast a shadow over him like a storm cloud. But Fingolfin gleamed beneath it like a star;for his mail was overlaid with silver, and his blue shield was set with crystals; and he drew his sword Ringil, and it glittered like ice, cold and gray and deadly.'
-The Lost Road and Other Writings book II
rhemus had zoned out "huh what id do!" he said out loud "i diddnt throw the spit ball i promiss...............huh? oh hey guys" he said half blushing
"how bout i give you these two" holding out the magma destroyer and the 0 g smasher "they belonged to two death angels very ancient and powerful weapons" he said side glancing at tal stepping kinda in front of her so if death made a move he would stop him
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rhemus had zoned out "huh what id do!" he said out loud "i diddnt throw the spit ball i promiss...............huh? oh hey guys" he said half blushing
"how bout i give you these two" holding out the magma destroyer and the 0 g smasher "they belonged to two death angels very ancient and powerful weapons" he said side glancing at tal stepping kinda in front of her so if death made a move he would stop him
John looked at Rhemus then back at Azazales "Well what about those weapons?" John asked him
"Those weapons will do, for now." said Azazales, strolling over to the weapons.
He stopped, and stared at Alyssa.
"He has naught of beauty, my old apprentice. You hav grown weak."
Montross says, listen to the sad tale that is come cry:
'Therefore Morgoth came, climbing slowly from his subterranean throne, and the rumour of his feet was like thunder underground. And he issued forth clad in black armour; and he stood before the king like a tower, iron-crowned and his vast shield, sable unblazoned, cast a shadow over him like a storm cloud. But Fingolfin gleamed beneath it like a star;for his mail was overlaid with silver, and his blue shield was set with crystals; and he drew his sword Ringil, and it glittered like ice, cold and gray and deadly.'
-The Lost Road and Other Writings book II