Erestor had pointedly ignored the last three heavy sighs coming from the direction of Glorfindel's favourite seat. When the fourth interrupted yet again his concentration, he put the quill carefully aside, sanded the paper in front of him and looked up.
"Pray tell, what ails you?"
Glorfindel held up the letter he'd been reading.
"Thranduil has lost
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