Happy Birthday JRRT

[gondolin_noble]

Glorfindel is out back, engaged in a discussion with a bright white stallion.

The discussion appears to be about whether or not the stallion is going to go roll in the mud at the lakeside or not. Glorfindel may be starting to resort to bribery in order to avoid having to clean a white horse of Scottish mud.

He might be losing.

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[star_bespangled]

Urania is out for a walk, wrapped in a warm cloak. She hears the discussion and wanders over for a look.

"Horses aren't easily reasoned with," she says with a smile.

(She would know.)

[gondolin_noble]

"Normally I would say Asfaloth was as sweet and biddable a horse as one could desire, but today he craves chaos." Glorfindel agrees as he attempts to herd the horse further out of the lake.

[star_bespangled]

Urania gives a small huff of laughter.

"Just be glad he doesn't have wings."