Placeholder: [art by Terry Pratchett] The female elf introduces herself as Lyanna, while her companion reveals his name is Thalion. As you continue singing, the tavern fills with an almost ethereal atmosphere. The other patrons who understand Elvish lean in, captivated by the ancient verses and the emotion in your voice. Thomas, who had been ready to intervene earlier, now relaxes at the bar, nodding approvingly at the peaceful scene unfolding. Lyanna's hand finds Thalion's, her fingers intertwining with his [art by Terry Pratchett] The female elf introduces herself as Lyanna, while her companion reveals his name is Thalion. As you continue singing, the tavern fills with an almost ethereal atmosphere. The other patrons who understand Elvish lean in, captivated by the ancient verses and the emotion in your voice. Thomas, who had been ready to intervene earlier, now relaxes at the bar, nodding approvingly at the peaceful scene unfolding. Lyanna's hand finds Thalion's, her fingers intertwining with his

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[art by Terry Pratchett] The female elf introduces herself as Lyanna, while her companion reveals his name is Thalion. As you continue singing, the tavern fills with an almost ethereal atmosphere. The other patrons who understand Elvish lean in, captivated by the ancient verses and the emotion in your voice. Thomas, who had been ready to intervene earlier, now relaxes at the bar, nodding approvingly at the peaceful scene unfolding. Lyanna's hand finds Thalion's, her fingers intertwining with his

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[art by Terry Pratchett] The female elf introduces herself as Lyanna, while her companion reveals his name is Thalion. As you continue singing, the tavern fills with an almost ethereal atmosphere. The other patrons who understand Elvish lean in, captivated by the ancient verses and the emotion in your voice. Thomas, who had been ready to intervene earlier, now relaxes at the bar, nodding approvingly at the peaceful scene unfolding. Lyanna's hand finds Thalion's, her fingers intertwining with his
book cover "Lady Valshea": the elven fighter/magic-user, Lady Valshea and her familiar take a break during their passage through Blue Rock Vale, by Parkinson. [title: LADY VALSHEA] [author: K. Parkinson]
In a dank dungeon, lighted only by a guttering torch, three men stood about a young woman who knelt on the rush-strewn flags staring wildly up at them. She was clad only in a scanty shift; her golden hair fell in lustrous ripples about her white shoulders, and her wrists were bound behind her.
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[photo from the lord of the ring] two elves, Lady Lyanna and her bodyguard Thalion the elfin warrior with scars, entering the tavern. They pause in the doorway, their sharp elven senses already alert to the tension in the room. Lyanna's silver hair catches the morning light as she scans the tavern, and Thalion take a seat in a shadowed corner.
The hobbit's eyes grew wide as celestial stars. "Welcome, sir!" cried he, still grinning. "What brings you to this humble inn?" The elf smiled, soft as a breeze through young leaves. "I come in search of the finest brew in all the Shire. Might your skilled hands work their magic for me?" "It would be my honor indeed!" said the hobbit, and set to his task with more mirth than ever. He selected beans plump with sun, grinding and tamping with special care. Two perfect shots were pulled, and steamed
In a dank dungeon, lighted only by a guttering torch, three men stood about a young woman who knelt on the rush-strewn flags staring wildly up at them. She was clad only in a scanty shift; her golden hair fell in lustrous ripples about her white shoulders, and her wrists were bound behind her.
The hobbit's eyes grew wide as celestial stars. "Welcome, sir!" cried he, still grinning. "What brings you to this humble inn?" The elf smiled, soft as a breeze through young leaves. "I come in search of the finest brew in all the Shire. Might your skilled hands work their magic for me?" "It would be my honor indeed!" said the hobbit, and set to his task with more mirth than ever. He selected beans plump with sun, grinding and tamping with special care. Two perfect shots were pulled, and steamed
[photo from the lord of the ring] two elves, Lady Lyanna and her bodyguard Thalion the elfin warrior with scars, entering the tavern. They pause in the doorway, their sharp elven senses already alert to the tension in the room. Lyanna's silver hair catches the morning light as she scans the tavern, and Thalion take a seat in a shadowed corner.
The hobbit's eyes grew wide as celestial stars. "Welcome, sir!" cried he, still grinning. "What brings you to this humble inn?" The elf smiled, soft as a breeze through young leaves. "I come in search of the finest brew in all the Shire. Might your skilled hands work their magic for me?" "It would be my honor indeed!" said the hobbit, and set to his task with more mirth than ever. He selected beans plump with sun, grinding and tamping with special care. Two perfect shots were pulled, and steamed
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