lordofelves:

x: amiracleofhex

               “You are the one they call Wanda, yes?”

Traveling through portals was not something he did often, but
if a certain stone was fond in the very heart of his realm, he
considered it appropriate to seek counsel. The woman was to
be his guide through the strange structure. Or so he had been
told.

“Yes,” Wanda answered him without hestitation as she watched the man, furrowing her eyebrows. She tried to peek into his mind a little bit, just wanting to know his intention coming to her. Ah. Thranduil. “Is there something I can help?”

frayedpatriot:

           “ Sorry, I’ll clean up the mess in a second. ” He hadn’t meant to bust open yet
           another punching bag, and that was the third one this week. He was just under
           a lot of stress.

“It’s okay, I got this,” the brunette raised both her hands as a red glow appeared. Using her telekinesis power, she moved the ripped punching bag and the sand away from the arena. “You okay?” She wondered, before putting her hands down.