Haldir tipped the mouse out on the table where it devoured some cheese and drank some water; fortunately it was too famished to think of warfare at that present moment. When it had finished Haldir picked it up by the tail and shoved it unceremoniously back in the pewter box before it had time to react. He'd arrived back at Lorien far too late and once again Celeborn had won. Still, it wouldn't always be like that and he didn't bear his Lord any malice, he was just annoyed that he'd been outwitted. He was sure that Glorfindel had had something to do with that but he'd let him off because of that one night. He'd earned his good favour. Why, he might even give him a present to take back to Imladris. His fingers drummed absentmindedly on the top of the box while the occupant scrabbled furiously inside.
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"And did you enjoy your sojourn at Lorien?" asked Master Elrond. He was taking tea with Glorfindel.
"It was… most satisfying, my friend," answered Glorfindel, while Elrond raised an eyebrow. He, for one, did not believe in gossip as such, but knowing Glorfindel anything was possible.
"What's that you have there?" he asked, eyeing a pewter box from which a strange scrabbling was heard. "A present, perhaps?"
"Yes," replied Glorfindel. "From Lady Galadriel's march-warden, one Captain Haldir. He said that under no circumstances should I open it in company, so of course, I am."
Elrond tapped his finger on the box. "Always the rebel," he said. "And yes, Lady Galadriel often talks of Haldir." That was another piece of gossip best ignored. "Well, get it over with then."
Glorfindel pulled a key from his pocket and inserted it into the box. The tumblers rolled, he levered open the lid, and….
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Part, the final (Hurrah!)
Date: 2007-06-29 08:21 pm (UTC)--~*~-- --~*~-- --~*~--
"And did you enjoy your sojourn at Lorien?" asked Master Elrond. He was taking tea with Glorfindel.
"It was… most satisfying, my friend," answered Glorfindel, while Elrond raised an eyebrow. He, for one, did not believe in gossip as such, but knowing Glorfindel anything was possible.
"What's that you have there?" he asked, eyeing a pewter box from which a strange scrabbling was heard. "A present, perhaps?"
"Yes," replied Glorfindel. "From Lady Galadriel's march-warden, one Captain Haldir. He said that under no circumstances should I open it in company, so of course, I am."
Elrond tapped his finger on the box. "Always the rebel," he said. "And yes, Lady Galadriel often talks of Haldir." That was another piece of gossip best ignored. "Well, get it over with then."
Glorfindel pulled a key from his pocket and inserted it into the box. The tumblers rolled, he levered open the lid, and….
… but that is another story with bells on it!
(more tea vicar?)