irmolorien:Y A I W Ë«Gift of Gab»He lowered his hands, feigning surrender before slamming his fists
irmolorien:Y A I W Ë«Gift of Gab»He lowered his hands, feigning surrender before slamming his fists on the ground. A marching song began to play in the breeze, followed by echoing voices. The cadence swelled, voices of all those who had marched against Melkor keeping time and morale. They were joined by fearful whispers, defiant prisoners howling, verdicts from the Valar and countless other fragments of speech that had rallied to fight the Darkness. Yaiwë closed his eyes and spread his arms to revel in the noise.Original character by maiaofsass. -- source link
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