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The Elven King's face was not pale, as one might have guessed based on the rumors about him. His face wasn't long, either; it was just pointed downwards as any elf's facial structure would lead to. His ears, jagged back, were not like knives reaching far above his hairline; but were instead just brushing the top, gently. Surely, this was not the one spoken of as the new tyrant of Camelot, but he was sitting right before him.
The young nobleman blinked, and raised his eyes to meet the piercing emerald gaze of Nolfinwë. Kings never liked to be looked in the eye by their vassals, but the Elf King saw a glint in this one's eyes. The nobleman paused, losing his breath, as the Elf King spoke suddenly, his accent cutting the air like a hot knife through butter.
"Are you ready to take the oaths?"
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"Faith without works is dead."
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