'Celebrant is already a strong stream here, as you see,' said Haldir, 'and it runs both swift and deep, and is very cold. We do not set foot in it so far north, unless we must. But in these days of watchfulness we do not make bridges. This is how we cross! Follow me!' He made his end of the rope fast about another tree and then ran lightly along it, over the river and back again, as if he were on a road.
'I can walk this path,' said Legolas; 'but the others have not this skill. Must they swim?'
There was a time in my life when a group of people I'm close to thought that I should try to become an elf- they helped me on this path by holding me in the air by my ears. (I believe the line of thinking was, "Well, if you can't be a superhero, you might as well be an elf.")
Little did they know that I would pick up my elven skills later in life:
And yet, people still insist on calling me a hobbit...
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Actually, Flash, this is simply the result of people believing in you and your ability to become an elf. Without them you would still be a hairy hobbit.
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