{Video; UN: elvenking}

[tauraran]

{The Iris moon has blessed him indeed! Instead of his crown, Thranduil is sporting antlers - pristine and white. Much the same shade as his...fur. Tufts of wintry white fur outline the sharp edges of his face, trailing down the sides of his neck to disappear under his collar.}

My Fëanorian has left me and I am in need of assistance. If you are willing to help me ride out this storm {no irony intended}, I will give you my address.

{Otherwise he is quite stuck. His hand or some apparatus must do and that will just leave him displeased.}

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[shiliu]

[ Both beautiful, both lonely, both in need of chroma. They could certainly comfort each other—if Chu Wanning could accept such a thing, that is. ]

Naturally, I can provide no guarantees. Whether the stars align, is up to the two of you.

[ He sent a link, he's trying to be a good wingman! ]

[tauraran]

I know you cannot speak for them.

{But he is desperate enough to try this avenue for relief. If he makes a deeper alliance from it, all the better!}