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Sep. 22nd, 2023 12:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gondolin_nobleGlorfindel does not know why the tavern beyond the world has appeared where his own rooms should be, not does he know why no one else from Gil-galad's court seems to have had the luck to stumble across it, but he's not complaining. Any time free from minstrels and ministers is a gift from the Valar themselves. The minstrels and ministers may agree, as he has been particularly onery in court today, having shown up with a crown of golden beech and oak leaves in his hair and having then refused to take it off.
It wasn't like Gil-galad had a problem with it. The rest of them could go hang.
So Glorfindel is now on the couch he loves so, cutting down long goose feathers with a small sharp knife to use as fletching later.
He's still got his crown. He spent a lot of time on it, and he intends on getting good use out of it.
It wasn't like Gil-galad had a problem with it. The rest of them could go hang.
So Glorfindel is now on the couch he loves so, cutting down long goose feathers with a small sharp knife to use as fletching later.
He's still got his crown. He spent a lot of time on it, and he intends on getting good use out of it.
