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Jan 17, 2011 19:31

The door is opened and a tall person dressed in a long tunic and loose trousers ducks through, carrying a satchel and three scrolls. The moment the door closes behind him he stops, staring at the room before him with a look that on a less dignified individual might have been described as confusion.

This is not his library.

It appears, in fact, to be a tavern.

While he will admit to a certain amount of distraction these days - packing down a life will do that to you - he is certain that there is no tavern behind this particular door. Or any other door for that matter. And he should know. After all, he built Imladris.

And now he is leaving it.

He straightens his back; a tall, imposing figure with very long, black hair, bright grey eyes, and a thin silvery circlet resting on his brow. He is a warrior, a healer, a loremaster - a father, a husband, and an abandoned child. And right now, he is lost.

He moves a hand across his eyes. But the tavern is still there.

[tiny!tag: Elrond (Silm/LotR - bookverse)]

[occ: Rebooting Elrond. Not sure whether I should use the existing tag, so here, have a tiny!tag. Am on GMT +1 so tagging will be slow, but the muse insisted. Please be kind to him. It’s been a rough year. Also, eeeee, stage-frightened mun]

gordon freeman, glorfindel, wellington womble

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