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"hello! who are you… and why are you at my front door so late into the night?" will smith asked, staring deep into your soul with his creamy, dark brown eyes.
The Elf gave pause, matching the man’s intense gaze with ambiguously blue/brown eyes. “Mae govannen, stranger. Forgive my intrusion. I am Legolas Thranduilion, Prince of the Woodland Realm. I overheard a passerby mention that a smith resided here? My daggers have suffered damage in battle and I am in need of aid.”
will smith smiled with amusement. “While it is true I am a black smith… I am no blacksmith Mr. Legolas,” he explained, still smiling.