Written encamped at The Silver Citadel,
On this day -
Of the - Age
What do you know of wisdom, mortal child? Nothing!
Come to me when you have seen all the Ages of this world rise and fall. When you have seen stars burst into radiant life, and die, writhing, millenniums later.
Tell me, gwinig ("little one", Sindarin), when did you lead your people to battle, and watch them fall, their blood leaching into the indifferent earth? Have you lead a broken, valiant minority wearily homeward, and kept them safe through merely the force of your own will, burrowing through wood and stone to create halls of protection and dignity?
Have you seen the horror of Mordor? Fought the shadow with your every breath? Borne the cares of your people between your ribs for all the lives of men?
When you have...speak to me of 'wisdom' THEN.
By my own hand,
Thranduil.
For FantomPhan33 *waves*