Time to play B-Sides.

Time ain't on my side, time I'll never know.

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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. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak.

(Source: thrannduil, via thranduilandhisswagstag)

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