Languages:
'Valari words/ or Erika's mother tongue'
"Quenya/Sindarin"
"Westron/Common tongue"
"Others"
Disclaimer: LOTR and Silmarillion are properties of J.R.R. Tolkien and Tolkien Estates. None of the songs used in the story are mine too and only borrowed for entertainment purposes.
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Chapter 13
Mamgobel
Noises can be heard all over the place as people of two races busied themselves with the tasks they were given by Glorfindel. The men had no second thoughts about following the orders not only because they saw how all elves look upon the golden haired warrior with reverence and respect but also because they saw his seemingly endless capabilities to handle different situations. He was the one who led the elves into the battle, his strength and skills took down most of their enemies, he thought of defense strategies and implemented it, assisted the foolish new mayor of the city to aid the people of Mamgobel and even helped with healing the injured using his unexpected ability to heal. The elven lord did that within just one whole day and night. They did not even see him rest or close his eyes for a sleep.
Seeing all his efforts, the fair, golden haired elven warrior easily captured the hearts of men, and like the elves, they took the elven lord as a being that was sent by the Valar.
Glorfindel himself gave a helpless sigh as he took the awed expression of the people while walking back to his tent. He never bothered to close the cover of its entrance as he would come out later eventually. The city's good old mayor stepped down from his position after the battle took its toll on his old body and became sick. Therefore, the seat of the city's leader now lies at the hands of his son-in-law, who is clearly not a capable leader as the first thing he did was to establish a banquet to celebrate his new position instead of taking care of the city's people. He and his men even had the audacity to demand for his presence.
Glorfindel though did not even bother to waste his time listening to the messenger that the new mayor sent on this very tent he is in. Bronwëg was certainly displeased as the foolish man clearly looked down upon his lord. Glorfindel gave it no mind and focused his attention at the destroyed north-eastern wall which is the only line of defense Mamgobel has. The city was not designed to be a battleground and this wall was built only to keep wild animals away from the people and their livestocks. It crumbled easily when the wags slammed their heavy bodies to create an opening. All the available builders, both elves and men, were trying their best to fortify it as much as possible using solid rocks and a mix of precious limestone, sand, clay and processed iron ores. It was only a temporary solution, the materials they needed would come by the morning when the aide from Círdan the Shipwright arrived at the city.
Since yesterday, there are five more people who succumbed to the injuries they had from the battle even as the elves had tried their best to even apply the songs of healing. Most of them are old vegetable farmers who tried to shield their family members and hid the children away from the orcs.
Glorfindel's anger simmered up to the brim of his heart but kept his emotions at bay and focused on the things he had to do. It won't be long till the sun rises and he can keep these precious times to rest and sleep. Though he is not particularly tired, he wanted to close his eyes and sleep for a while.
He was about to unbuckle his chest armor when he heard flapping of wings approaching and not long after, a familiar great grey owl entered his tent. The long span of its wings made a loud noise in the wind as if announcing its arrival. Flying closer to him, Glorfindel subconsciously lifted his arm so the owl could perch upon it. When it rested its talons in his vambrace, he noticed a letter pouch tied on its right leg. This particular letter pouch belongs to none other than the general of Círdan's army.
He quickly pulls out the parchment out of the pouch, trying to be careful about the hooting bird upon his forearm. It is a letter containing the possible position of the orcs and wargs that manage to get away from the city. With a small number of warriors, Glorfindel focused more on securing the whole city rather than to give chase for the fleeing enemies. As soon as they have all things under control, they try to locate them and kill on the spot to prevent them from wreaking havoc. They only found a small group of wandering orcs.
The rest of the enemies scattered throughout the surrounding lands near Mamgobel and the tracks were hard to follow as they were all over the place. The slight drizzle did not help as it erased the rest of the tracks. Upon reading the letter, Glorfindel realized they were focusing in the wrong direction.
Feredir stated that they might be hiding inside the forest across the ruins of Belegost. That place has a complicated form of land, it is full of old trees yet has a lot of tall sharp rocks perfect for the wargs to hide. Where did they get this information? Did Feredir send his own scouts to check upon the place?
The owl hooted loudly and his attention was stolen. This is the same owl that stopped him from shooting the white wolves. Even till now it fills him with wonder how such a creature showed protectiveness over a beast that is unrelated to its kind. Owls are usually unsociable and solitary beings, seeing this bird with the equally selfish and aloof white wolves puzzles him.
Shaking his head, Glorfindel abandoned the thought of his precious sleep and left his tent to search for his second in command. He found Bronwëg speaking to his younger brother, Aeglos in front of the destroyed city wall. When the two dark haired ellyn noticed Glorfindel coming in their way, they approached him halfway.
"Milord?" Bronwëg inquired.
"Summon the others at the command post." Glorfindel said with a gentle yet authoritative voice.
Bronwëg and Aeglos gave a bow. "As you command, milord." Said the former and the two brothers moved without any questions.
It would be best not to hasten their move and simply wait for the dawn to come before they ride out, this time Glorfindel would join the scouts as it would lessen their chance of having casualties. He alone has a strength enough to easily lay waste upon the wargs.
And he would gladly do so as the grudge he has is far too heavy for these filths to carry.
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It was at the time the color of the sky started to shift from dark to the mix of golden orange and pink, the convoy ofthe Grey Havens arrived at Mamgobel city's boundaries. The hearts of the elves who saw the once peaceful city in ruins were extremely saddened. The situation at the entrance gate of the city was not as bad as it was a day ago which was littered with dead carcasses of orcs and wargs along with other of their twisted beasts of burdens. The carts have entered the city without any hindrance.
The people, both those who remained awake for the rest of the night and the ones who were just starting their day, rejoiced at the sight of aides. This side of the city has more damage than the rest and thus a lot of people lost their homes, livelihoods and even as simple as their clothes. Feredir saw the relief pass by the face of one mother carrying her toddler son while a small little girl clenched tightly at the skirt of her mother's dirty dress.
Faeron led them to the tent where the elves planned their operation. Feredir was personally greeted by Bronwëg.
"Mae govannen, hîr nin." The dark haired Ñoldo greeted him with a slight bow and small smile of relief.
"Mae govannen, mellon nin." He greeted back, clasping the arm of the warrior.
"Milord Glorfindel is inside and having his last preparations for the message that you sent us." As he said that, the tent's flap opened and an elf with flowing golden hair came out, greeting him with a smile.
"I thank the Valar for your safe journey." The two of them clasped their arms and patted each other at the shoulder.
"We carry provisions for the people enough for days to last. Lord Círdan would send more after ten days as he worried what we bring is not enough. We also carry vegetables and crop seeds that would grow even as the winter nears. The seamstresses also provided us with an ample amount of thick blankets, clothes for both children and adults as well as footwears. The lord emptied more than half of the medicinal supplies at the Halls of Healings and asked me to give it to the healers. We could distribute everything as soon as we unload them from the carts."
Glorfindel nodded, his heart greatly relieved after hearing the ellon's words. "I thank thee, mellon nin. May the stars of Elentári shine over us in this time of darkness." The ellon looked up at the sky with hope written on his face. "I know they are not blind to the suffering of lllúvatar's children."
"I thank you as well, mellon nin. I know you haven't rested yet and I say you lay down for a while as we take care of everything here."
"Nonsense, I am full of strength. Now let me help you with the unloading. I cannot wait to give it to the people, they are hungry and in pain and I know a day of suffering feels like a lifetime for them. There is nothing to hunt in the forests around the city. The filths might have already hunted them or they sensed danger and ran away." Glorfindel randomly approached one cart and opened the flap of its entrance.
If there is one thing that Feredir forgot to mention earlier, it was the fact that a certain young lady came with them in all her stubborn glory. The same young lady that currently lies asleep in the very cart that the golden haired warrior approached coincidentally. The general saw the shock in his friend's face as he stood there frozen while gazing upon the face of the sleeping Erika.
The early morning sunlight that entered the cart might have bothered her sleep and Feredir watched from where he was as the young lady rubbed her eyes with her arms and made a big, lousy yawn. Like last night she sat up still dazed and then stretched like a cat.
"Are we here already?" She asked herself while yawning and scratching the back of her head, making her already messy hair more messed up. Feredir stopped himself from chuckling at her childlike behavior, he does not want to do that in front of his friend who is still not saying anything. The young woman turned at her right and finally noticed the elven lord staring at her. "Oh…" her sleepiness quickly disappeared from her face and her eyes widened with surprise.
Silence passed between them with the young lady being awkward.
"What are you doing here?" Glorfindel finally asked, his low voice might be gentle but it sounded stern, which made Erika flinch slightly.
She smiled crookedly. "Uh… well…" She mumbled and stole a peek at Glorfindel. "Are you angry?" When he didn't answer, she rose up to her knees and faced the ellon reluctantly. "Oy…"
"What do you think?" He asked back. His friend is clearly displeased.
"I'm sorry… Can we talk?" she bit her lower lip when Glorfindel shook his head helplessly. "I swear I did not come here to mess around. I… I wanted to at least help just as I received help from the others. I promise I won't make any trouble."
"It is not about making trouble, Erika. You can make as much trouble as you want, I do not mind but if you happen to forget it was only days ago when you can barely walk from your injuries."
"I swear I'm fine. I'm as kickin' right as the rain. My leg is not even itchy anymore."
"I told you to just wait for me." Glorfindel said in frustration.
"And I think it's good also to just see you personally. I worry about you too, you know. I worry about everyone." She shrugged and reached for his hand, clasping it at her own tinier ones. "Don't be mad, please?"
Glorfindel shook his head lightly. "I am not mad, melwen."
"Really?"
"Trully." The elves watched as he squeezed her hand back, and they thought, just like everyone, no one has the heart to say no to their little lady. Not even the balrog slayer of legends.
The young lady beamed. "Okay then." Erika stood up and pulled Glorfindel in a warm embrace which slightly surprised the taller male. "Either way, I'm already here, so just suck it up." Erika giggled. The ellon gave up all his arguments and simply hugged her back while rolling his eyes. The young woman shrieked in surprise when suddenly, Glorfindel lifted his arms to wrap it around her small figure and pulled her out of the cart making her cling to his neck awkwardly considering the elf's tall stature. Their height difference is very amusing.
"I swear to god, If I fall and die, I'm gonna come back and haunt you."
"The same thing would have happened once you jumped down from this height." Glorfindel said, putting her down on the ground.
"Do you have a problem with my height?"
Feredir gave a smile as he watched the two bickers like children. He might have seen his friend become friendly with other people but what he never saw before was the shine in his eyes he currently has while looking at this young lady's face.
He turned back and walked out quietly from the scene, leaving them to have time for each other. He then approached the others and ushered them to start unloading the carts.
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"Uhh… I won't be useful at all if you just ordered me to sit here like a disabled person."
Glorfindel turned his head where Erika was sitting, he practically ordered the woman to sit in front of the command post with a chair he personally took for her. Her face is painted with frustration and impatience.
And it was not only the emotions that he saw passed Erika's face. Earlier as her attention drifted away from him, her eyes wandered around, taking in the image of destroyed and burnt houses. Her ever expressive countenance has despair written all over it and Glorfindel can even see the sparks of tears in her eyes as her dark lashes fluttered. He wanted to turn her gaze away from where it is now but he can not hide this reality to her. He knew she would refuse just like how she refused to look away while the healers restitched the open injury in her leg.
He gave her an amused smile. "Well you were a disabled person just days ago. Besides, I'm already doing you a favor by not letting you face the wrath of Nestaron, nin melwen." For sure the healer, along with Galdor's wife, Lady Heledh would not be pleased. Granted, Glorfindel is happy to see her but her stubbornness somewhat annoys him. She was reckless, but like Erika said, she is already here and there is no way in Arda he will let her out of his reach. What was Lord Círdan thinking when he allowed her to come with the convoy?
"They will find out anyway." Erika shrugged. "And I have no plans on hiding. At least it's my choice to come here."
"I am not helping you when that time comes." He said as he lifted a wooden box filled with potatoes out of a cart.
Erika sighed. "Just give me something to do."
One ellon took the box from Glorfindel and he asked him to bring it to the ones tasked in distributing the food. He then walked back to where the young woman was. "I will send you to the healers in the meantime, if Nestaron allows it, you may assist them."
A wide smile lightened up her face when he said that. "What will you do then, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Feredir and I would talk about the plans of our actions. I received a report from him about the possible location of the orcs and wargs that escaped. Wherever orcs went, destruction followed and so we have to eradicate the rest. I do not like them wandering around." Erika gave him a nod while her thoughts fell into the deep, her forehead knotted and her smile vanished. Glorfindel waited for what she would say but then he saw reluctance on her face. In the end, she decided not to say anything and Glorfindel would not push it and ask. "Now let us go and break our fast before we start this day. Is there any particular food you wanted to have? Earlier I was told that the ladies in the makeshift kitchen managed to gather ingredients for the city's local dish of vegetable stew which can make an elf cry because of its extremely spicy taste. They are serving it now for everyone."
Glorfindel offered her his hand to help her stand up. "Really? Are elves not fond of spicy dishes?"
"We like them but in moderation. It just so happened that this particular dish has too much spice in them, they literally make a paste out of peppers."
"Well, that sounds interesting. Let's go and try it then!" The spark in her eyes returned at the mention of food and Glorfindel could not help but smile.
"Are you sure? You know, even Nestaron almost fainted because of it."
Erika smirked. "Let's find out." She pulled herself out of the seat and walked beside him, the ellon was careful of his pace and matched the young woman's dainty ones. He led her into the makeshift kitchen made of wide, merged tents. There they saw Glorfindel's warriors breaking their fasts with simple potato stew and bread cooked by the women of the city who decided to lend a hand in feeding people who had lost their homes. The sight of them smiling broadly while pushing a bowl filled with scary red colored thick stew in the hands of the elves is an amusing sight to watch. The men eating together with them inside the tent were giving cheers, encouraging the elves to at least have a bowl of them.
"Is it really that bad?" Erika askes curiously, her nose sniffing the spicy aroma that lingers in the air.
Glorfindel grinned in a boyish manner. "I have tried it once a hundred and fifty years ago as we patrol this area after the war of last alliance. We passed by this city and the people offered it to us. I would never repeat it again."
A funny expression of confusion and surprise mixed together in her face and her mouth has quirked in a weird shape. "One hundred and fifty years, like what the f-" he was sure she was about to spit profanities but managed to stop herself. He laughed at her expression, her mind must be trying to comprehend what he just said. Usually, men have this kind of reaction if it's their first time hearing an elf say things with time involved. Their span of memory and mindset was different from them, elves interpret the years that passed like how men interpret the passing months. For the Eldar, a year is only a fleeting season like how summer passes for the men.
Seeing her reaction was amusing though.
"It was a long time ago."
"Yeah, it is." She said with light sarcasm.
"But I can still remember how it burned my whole mouth and blocked my senses. Elrond even calls it Sauron's evil stew in secret and washed his mouth with water and athelas." He said with a chuckle while ushering her to go to the serving table. She grabbed a bowl and approached the lady who was serving the dreaded spicy stew.
"Hello, uh… may I please have some?" She said to the woman who was mildly surprised.
"And so you shall, milady. Have some taste of our traditional dish." The woman happily served her and filled the bowl with steaming hot red stew.
Erika inhaled the steam and her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, wow, this smells like a jjigae." She mumbled as if saying it to herself. And to Glorfindel's surprise, Erika tasted the red stew at the bowl's brim. The blond cringed. "Hey, I like it. This is good stuff, madam, thank you." She said with a wide smile, calling the older woman with an unfamiliar word.
"You can have seconds, milady, we have plenty." The woman was truly happy to see Erika's reaction and started to prepare a plate full of different food and offered it to the young woman. "That's right, a young lady like you has to eat more. Look at you, skin and bones do not sit well with your unique beauty. Tell me, milady are you not from here? The sound of your speech is unfamiliar to my ears."
Erika nodded. "Yes, I'm with the elves and my home city is not from this place too." She said briefly, still not letting out any single information about her origins. "Please give him a stew too." She said, suddenly pointing at him.
Glorfindel shook his head fiercely. "Ai, fó, melwen nin, you may ask me to attack the Black Gates of Mordor or bring down cities just do not traumatize me with this stew. I am still in wonder how you could take this without swearing the life out of Morgoth."
"I will feed you small amounts, I swear you'll get used to it." Her eyebrows quivered in a teasing way. "You won't even notice the spice anymore after a few spoons."
"Yes, until my tongue can no longer taste anything and turn numb for days."
"Oh, come on, you're overreacting. It's not that bad." She used a spoon this time to eat some vegetables. She does not jest when she said she liked the red cringe-worthy stew.
"How about I bring sweet fruits from the northern forest later for you."
"You swear?"
"Upon my name, melwen." Glorfindel said, putting his hand upon his heart and glad enough that his bribery worked.
Erika laughed and turned at the lady who was watching them with amusement. "Okay, madam, thank you very much but he won't have a stew."
"As milady said. Hannon le." He said in finality, quickly taking the plate of Erika's food out of the woman's hand and carrying it away from the serving table. The giggling young woman quietly followed behind.
Both elves and men watch the exchange of words between the two, with the latter wondering who is this tiny woman with a pretty face they have never seen before, has a light honey shade of skin and an unfamiliar accent. For someone who accompanies the fair folk, she dresses modestly underneath her cloak and does not wear even a single piece of jewelry. Yet here she is jesting with the elf whom all the fair folk hails too highly. They see fondness in the eyes of this great leader and all the men inside the tent realize they have to treat this woman better than they thought. The elves however simply smiled as they became used to seeing the two of them together.
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"Are you sure I'll come out alive from here? Maybe just hide me until we can return back to Lindon." We are currently standing in front of the tents built to be a temporary hospital. The elves and men gathered all the injured people here to receive treatment and I still can't believe the amount of people inside them.
Faeron told me that this city has a population over three thousand and most of them have no experience in war. Farming vegetables and herding animals,mainly sheeps. They live simple lives and when the attack happens, the people have little to no time to prepare. The city was in the middle of nowhere and evacuating people outside the city won't be a good idea without proper weapons to fend for themselves. It will be like handing themselves in a platter for the orcs to kill. More than hundreds of people have died, more are suffering and fighting for their lives inside these tents. No wonder Lord Feredir took the risk of travelling at night even as they told me they usually don't do that.
Glorfindel said I could start helping at the 'healing wards' as it would not aggravate my healing leg, which I am one hundred percent sure healed already. I appreciate everyone's worry for me though, it just shows they really care for me even as I'm being such a pain in the ass.
I told my blond companion to please take me to the tents so I can also meet Nestaron and Lady Heledh. I was excited at first because I missed them already but once we reached the tents, I started to imagine and fear their wrath. I remember Nestaron being so strict, with me here he might flip. I want to chicken out now.
Glorfindel chuckled at my words and my reluctance to enter the hospital camp. "I told you I will not help you." I did a Kim Kardashian crying meme face to emphasize the exact same reaction my heart would make if it ever has a face. Glorfindel's chuckles turned into an all out laugh. Well I'm glad my meme worthy face amused him. "Oh, Erika, your face seems like it has endless reactions that are very amusing."
"Bruh, are you making fun of my face?" I gave him a mock scowl and put my hands on my hips.
"Eru, no." He pulled me towards him as he tried to control his chuckles and cupped my left cheek with his right hand. His fingers are as graceful as a candle and don't even look like a male's hand. He is so warm and his touch is gentle that I almost lift my hand to reach and touch it. "I am not making fun of it, I just love seeing all the faces you make."
"Yeah you're definitely making fun of my face, but that's okay, at least I made you happy." I told him with light sarcasm.
He was about to say something when another voice cut in behind me. The voice was speaking gently yet it was dripping with danger and ringing with frustration.
"Could you please tell me… What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" Unfortunately, I can recognize the sound of pissed off Nestaron's voice treading in each word. Glorfindel straightened up and removed his hand on my cheek. I bit my lower lip and slowly turned one-sixty degrees like an actress from horror movies that's about to see something horrifying behind her. I look at Nestaron who's glaring at me with his arms crossed in his chest.
I released an awkward giggle. "Y-yo, Nestaron. You look more handsome than the last time I saw you. How have you been? Good?" Nestaron didn't respond and just continue giving me the same glare that really feels like my parents' glare when I do something downward stupid. And because I don't know what to say I only giggled again like an awkward, guilty schoolgirl. "Tehee!"
"Do not 'tehee!' me, young lady."
"Okay, you see I've heard it a lot of times that I'm not supposed to be here but you see my leg is healed and my breathing is fine already. I don't even feel anything since I'm not even moving my body for the last two days-"
"Which is what sick and injured people are supposed to do." He said, cutting off my reasons.
"Yes, tell her, my friend." Glorfindel chimed in, I looked back at him with a hollow stare and the elf just gave me a boyish grin. I seriously wanted to kick down the wooden post he was leaning on.
I look back to Nestaron. "You're the fifth guy who sermoned me." I sighed with a resigned exhaustion. "Yo, I understand why you guys are saying that and I'm thankful, seriously, but I hope everyone doesn't think of my actions as an act of recklessness or whimsical. I really do want to help and my conscience would eat the shit out of me if I knew I could do something and I didn't."
"And why would you risk yourself with your idea of helping out?"
"Because once upon a time, I was fed and clothed by strangers too." I told Nestaron in a serious and determined manner. "And I'm not trying to be heroic or whatever the hell people wanted to call it but look around us. You think I can just laze around while this is happening?"
Nestaron sighed. "I am not trying to belittle your reasons, Erika. The people who reprimanded you, including myself, knew the extent of what happened to you. Only five days have passed and not even a season."
"Thank you, my friend. I really do thank you guys a lot but you see, I'm really fine now.I swear upon my father's name that I won't overdo it, and I'm sorry to say this but I'm here already."
The brown haired elf rolled his eyes. "Ai, Elbereth Gilthoniel. Your stubbornness is giving me a headache, and elves do not even get sick." I grinned sheepishly as I watched Nestaron, this good worry wart, sigh exhaustively while caressing his head. "Get inside and let me have a look at your leg."
"I didn't even bandage it anymore. The shit always gets stuck on my boot."
"Lady, I will hang you upside down in a tree if you say something annoying again." I burst in laughter, the ellon looked at the blond guy near me. "Milord, did you not even say anything about this?"
Glorfindel shrugged. "I surrendered the war even before it started."
"Heeh, you guys will get wrinkles if you worry too much."
"You will give me wrinkles." Nestaron mumbled. I give him a shit eating grin which annoys him more.
"I will leave you here then, Erika." Glorfindel moved away from the beam he was leaning on and stepped closer to me. "I hope you won't antagonize my healer, Elrond is quite protective of his students. Stay here with them and I will see you once we get back from our expedition."
I nodded slowly, thinking twice if I should tell him about the dream I had or let Lord Feredir say it. Well what if the dream is baseless and just some random stuff like my previous dreams? In some ways, I'll feel relieved just in case there's no enemy in that place they will raid because it means nobody would be hurt, but I would also be embarrassed if my dream is not legit.
In the end I'll just let Lord Feredir spill all the beans.
"Will it take you days to return?"
Glorfindel smiled. "Worry not, melwen, we will return by nightfall, the Little Lhun as well as the ruins are not that far from the city. The folks here regularly visit the river to fish and the city's main water supply came from there. The river is quite a beautiful sight to behold especially at sunset."
I kinda imagined what he was talking about, and since it involves water, I became a little excited. "I hope I can see that place one day." I said to myself and started to cook some plans in my head.
"When things settle down and the situation is safer, would you like me to take you there?" Glorfindel asks, his ever present gentle smile made him shinier. Maybe he heard what I said. I was planning to sneak there but since he kindly offered, I won't refuse.
"Really? Thank you, I'll look forward to that day. We could invite the other guys to come with us and do some fishing. That's gonna be so awesome."
Glorfindel's smile didn't change yet I heard Nestaron sigh. What is this guy's problem that he is sighing so much?
"I must be on my way now." The blond said eventually.
"Do you want me to see you off?"
He shook his head. "It is alright. I will see you later." He reached his hand again and gently pinched my nose. "Like I said, do not antagonize Nestaron or he will not feed you."
"I'll be on my best behavior." I grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Take care, okay? And don't forget my fruits!"
"Alright, alright." He looked to Nestaron and the healer bid him a safe journey before walking away from us.
"Ai, penneth, how insensitive of you." Nestaron said after a minute, sighed once again and looked at me as if I'm hopeless. He is even shaking his head.
"Huh? What did I do?" I asked in confusion.
"Just come here and show me your leg."
"It's good now, I'm telling you. I haven't even wrapped it since yesterday."
"I swear to Varda if that is messed up, I will send you back to Mithlond tied up and wrapped inside a flour bag." He said as he stride gracefully inside one of the tents. And because the elf has a long set of legs I have to walk a little faster just to catch up to him.
"Bruh, I didn't know you had a kink in you."
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Author's note:
● A friend of mine who is also a fellow member of our group, The Tolkien Society, corrected one of the mistakes I've been making since the beginning lol. He corrected my use of the word Valars. It should only be Valar and without our common use of "S" for our plural terms since Valar is already a plural form. It is a Quenya word with Vala as singular and I totally forgot about that fact haha. I might edit it later when I have time but so far I'm gonna leave it for a while and focus on the stuffs I do (｡ ﹏ ｡)
Also, apologies for uploading so late. I am so busy at work and fibromyalgia does not help. Will try to update as much as I can hahaha. Thanks for reading this fic. The whole story plot is already finished and all I just need is to write details and stuff.
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