God of Mischief, Lies and Chaos
“He was as tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship.”
“I just wanted to make sure you got in okay.”
skills i have mastered
- not texting back
- procrastinating
- eating copious amounts of food in one setting
- painting my nails like a blind pre-schooler
- sleeping a lot
- being single
one touch of your hand and god comes rushing back
