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FIVE FINWIONS MEET IN THE HIGHLANDS OF DORTHONION, WINTER, FIRST AGE 455, TO SETTLE A YEARLY CONTEST.º
"I broke into the King's cellars, surely it counts as an offence?"
"Only if Uncle got to know, Fingon"
"Oh!"
"So, Orodreth?"
"Yet unable to produce an heir, I fear"
"Angrod?"
"Greeted Cirdan's ambassador in Quenya…"
"Oh, brother! Aegnor?"
A sad gaze meets a compassionate one:
"I lost my bow. In a wager. Against an elleth"
"Shameful!"
"Piteous!"
"Pathetic!"
"Winsome!"
"Says who? It's been years since you last did something truly embarrassing, Finrod!"
"Well, having us all expelled from Doriath gave me quite a lead, I think…"
"You win, Aegnor, you bring the wine! Same place, next year!"
Word count: 100 words
A/N: 'Cause the saddest of goodbyes is the one you never get to say….
ºIn winter FA 455, the first assault of the Dagor Bragollach swept away Ard-Galen and part of Dorthonion. Angrod and Aegnor died then. (Silm, Chp 18)