Seven. seven of them bad.
Pride: prid n. the excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the
individuals' recognition of the grace of god, also known as vanity. See LEGOLAS.
The elves were always the most graceful creatures. They were also wiser then all the other races, they knew more about Middle Earth in general. They were fading, yes, but they still had their pride. He had quite the amount of pride. He knew he was more graceful, wiser and more skilled with a now then any other creature. He would practice in front of others simply to show how great he was.
He loved to show off in front of the dwarf. He knew he was much better at fighter then the dwarf. He took it lightly, joking having a contest as to who could kill the most orcs, but really he just wanted his numbers to be so high that the dwarf would give up. But the dwarf did not give up, nor did he win. He took it as luck, that he was still the best fighter. He simply needed to show off more, and with every chance he got, he would use his bow and arrow, or pull out his swords and swing them in around in a fancy way.
He knew he was the best, nobody could prove him otherwise. He was the best fighter, the elf with the best hair, he was perfect. Any girl would be lucky to marry the Prince of Mirkwood, anyone would be lucky just to know him. Anyone would be lucky if they were killed by him, that's how great he was. The best. Number one, the perfect blond elf with an ego soaring higher with every orc he kills.
Five. Pride. Seven. Sin. Deadly.
Pride: prid n. the excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the
individuals' recognition of the grace of god, also known as vanity. See LEGOLAS.
The elves were always the most graceful creatures. They were also wiser then all the other races, they knew more about Middle Earth in general. They were fading, yes, but they still had their pride. He had quite the amount of pride. He knew he was more graceful, wiser and more skilled with a now then any other creature. He would practice in front of others simply to show how great he was.
He loved to show off in front of the dwarf. He knew he was much better at fighter then the dwarf. He took it lightly, joking having a contest as to who could kill the most orcs, but really he just wanted his numbers to be so high that the dwarf would give up. But the dwarf did not give up, nor did he win. He took it as luck, that he was still the best fighter. He simply needed to show off more, and with every chance he got, he would use his bow and arrow, or pull out his swords and swing them in around in a fancy way.
He knew he was the best, nobody could prove him otherwise. He was the best fighter, the elf with the best hair, he was perfect. Any girl would be lucky to marry the Prince of Mirkwood, anyone would be lucky just to know him. Anyone would be lucky if they were killed by him, that's how great he was. The best. Number one, the perfect blond elf with an ego soaring higher with every orc he kills.
Five. Pride. Seven. Sin. Deadly.