Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20151209204922/@comment-26444332-20151210001051

Faenor sighs, tiredly.

"I was hoping to speak to the Evradawn." he says, and then dismisses everyone else.

"Firstly, I would like an alliance and trade agreement. We can send you arms and armor of our people, as well as food and other items, and in return we wish for cotton and wool."

Faenor leans back, wincing.

"And I have another thing. I wish to inform the leaders of the other Elven peoples, privately, that I am... fading."