{Video; UN: elvenking}

[tauraran]

{He is a king without his elegant trappings - but, really, he doesn't need them. The robe he wears catches the light with the smallest of motions, glittering faintly as if precious jewels are woven in the fabric. His hair is bound into a single thick braid that lays against his back and his circlet is elsewhere - as are his rings.}

How many parents reside in Lunatia? Are you separated from your children if so? {The flickering light on the table before him is all the illumination he requires as he works on a sketch. The drawing depicts trees and a variety of animal life beneath their mighty boughs.}

My fear for my son increases by the day and I have found no relief for it. I hardly realized how helpless I could feel as a father.

{His attention shifts from the sketch of the forest to a second sketch of a face much like his own - yet different enough that it must be his son.}

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I never got this notifs, sorry

[spacedisaster]

Maybe that's what is species is really called. We're honestly not sure, he's one of a kind. Do Ents like to dance and play videogames?

[ Peter's eyebrows almost reach his hairline after hearing that number. Sue, his own father was literally Millions of years older but when people is over 2000 years old it never cease to impress him. ]

Ah, well, age stops mattering after a while. Your child will always be your child, that's what makes it so painful.

<3 And I'm just slow. /snail pace

[tauraran]

I can't say I have seen them do either? But videogames do not exist on Arda. They may have other games they enjoy. I know, once, that they had wives.

{Until said wives wandered off, never to be seen again. Poor Ents.}

Yes. He and I have had more time together than I spent with my father. I am greedy and unhappy with change.