When the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods.
Quote by Gail Simone
Elf Week: Rivendell, or Imladris, was a haven of Elven bliss in the Misty Mountains on the eastern edge of Eriador.
Do not talk to me of dragon fire! I know its wrath and ruin. I have faced the Great Serpents of the North!
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