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Glorfindel

The woody, dusty scent of books lingered in the air. Glorfindel looked around him in wonder. Shelves stood against all walls, as tall as statues until they reached the ceiling. The lights were inadequate, but more lanterns can be commissioned.

The floor was set with alternating tiles of blue and white. Scrolls balanced precariously on stacks of books. Ancient tomes sat alone in their cases in front of windows. An old tapestry of a soldier in ancient armour swayed gently from a draft. Every shelf was full to the brim, with small pieces of parchment and scrolls pressed into every conceivable crevice. All he saw were books, scrolls and unbound parchment.

He dimly heard Elladan speak in the background.

"... Of course, the library has seen some decay. The Stewards did not give this place much thought. It is a scandal to let the library see so much ruin. I am sure Erestor will be able to restore the older works. Is that right, Erestor?"

He heard no reply.

"Erestor? Erestor!"

Glorfindel found Elrohir, Elladan and Aragorn on the terrace, which overlooked the massive library. A map was etched into the floor of the library at its very heart. Erestor sat at the borders of Gondor, a scroll in hand.

"Hush," the Elf cautioned. "Erestor is in love."

Aragorn, Elladan and Elrohir stifled their laughter.