Elrond, eyeing the restless assortment of rain-bound children, gave their favourite story-teller a beseeching glance. “Could we prevail on you for a story, Glorfindel? For the children?”
Erestor nudged Glorfindel, who roused from his abstraction to find Elrond regarding him. Glorfindel could not help the ready smile that sprang to his face. He
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