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[gondolin_noble]

There are times when it truly does not help to be an elf. Especially not one of the few who can still ride unafraid to distant points - that sort of attitude lends itself towards duties others do not have to bear.

Like checking on the young daughter of his lord in Lothlorien and getting caught in a horrific storm on the way home.

He blames Galadriel. What's the use of having that blasted mirror if you can't at least make sure the courier is going to make it home safely?

...

Fine, he's safe, but soaked, and he doesn't appreciate it.

So now there's one tall disgruntled elf-lord dripping on the woodwork. Sorry. Maybe someone can find a towel?

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[not_his_pa]

The sound of the drips pulls William away from his book and he looks up and then up some more,

"Do you need some help, sir?"

[gondolin_noble]

It takes him a moment or two to remember this place - the odd tavern that appears out of nothing and never in the same place twice. It has been some years since he last stumbled through, and he'd been considerably drier the last time.

"Perhaps, if it is not too much trouble, something to mop up this mess."

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, sir," He tucks a bookmark in The Black Arrow and gets up, after a few minutes talking with Bar, he returns with many towels and a hot drink.

"I think these should help, sir. Just sit down and get yourself dry. Must have been an awful storm."

[gondolin_noble]

"And early yet - it will be a bad winter, if it goes on like this." Glorfindel agrees, draping the towels over one arm so he can get at the drink first. He doesn't particularly care at the moment what it tastes like - it is warm, and he's spent the last few hours wishing for something, anything warm.

[not_his_pa]

Its whatever Bar thinks he needs, but not a coffee like William's drinking, "What's a bad winter like where you're from, sir?"

Wherever it is, its not Earth going by his ears and outfit, he looks like he stepped out of a book illustration.

[gondolin_noble]

It is, actually, a surprisingly good mulled wine, which he was not expecting.

"A snow hard enough and deep enough to lure the fell wolves northwards into inhabited lands. That, combined with how long it would be until the ground is warm enough to till, means a hard and hungry winter.

[not_his_pa]

"Hell, I'm sorry, I hope you don't lose too many folks."