On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers.

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lordkirk:

 

:Quietly dies knowing she won’t get this man

“In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again.”

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