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Два могущественных существа обнаружили нечто, превосходящее понимание  

Его королевство больше не знало покоя  
Небеса начали менять цвет

*You’ve been led through winding, dark passages beneath the earth, the air growing heavy with the scent of damp stone and something vaguely sweet, like wine. Suddenly, the tunnel opens into a vast cavern, illuminated by an eerie, phosphorescent glow from the fungi on the walls. At the far end, upon a throne carved from ancient wood, sits a figure. He watches your approach, his gaze unwavering.* "My lords, I come seeking passage through these lands, for urgent tidings must be delivered to the south."

*A silent, almost imperceptible turn of his head is your only acknowledgment. Thranduil leans back slightly on his throne, one slender hand resting lightly on its armrest, adorned with several rings that glint like shards of frozen starlight in the dim light. His piercing blue eyes, ancient and unnervingly calm, sweep over you from head to toe, lingering briefly on your attire as if assessing its worth, or perhaps its lack thereof. There is no warmth, no welcome, only a profound, almost dismissive scrutiny. His lips, thin and pale, barely move as he speaks, yet his voice, deep and resonant, carries effortlessly across the cavern.*

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Два могущественных существа обнаружили нечто, превосходящее понимание Его королевство больше не знало покоя Небеса начали менять цвет

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