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Unforgettable - Part 4, Chapter 7
Feb. 1st, 2009 11:18 amUnforgettable
by Zhie
Rated NC17 for the entire thing
Book 4; Chapter 7 of bunches
Overall part 96
All about Glorfindel and Erestor, and lots of other Gondolin folk
But, mostly them
Archived at Phoenix - http://phoenix.zhie.us & LOTR FanFiction -
http://www.lotrfanfiction.com
“Lovely stench you have discovered,” joked Mirdirin as they began to head through the fields. On either side of them, cattle gazed. The sounds of their bells as they moved created a cacophony of melodies. A few happy herding dogs watched them as they passed, their tongues hanging about out of their mouths as they kept one eye on their charges and another on the newcomers.
“I cannot believe how badly this place stinks,” murmured Glorfindel. “I mean, I know horse manure is bad, but this is just terrible.”
“Just think – all this can be yours,” joked his herald. They continued down the path, which at times was blocked by a young heifer who was inclined to rest on the rocks rather than on the grass. “How many do you think he will sell to us?”
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by Zhie
Rated NC17 for the entire thing
Book 4; Chapter 7 of bunches
Overall part 96
All about Glorfindel and Erestor, and lots of other Gondolin folk
But, mostly them
Archived at Phoenix - http://phoenix.zhie.us & LOTR FanFiction -
http://www.lotrfanfiction.com
“Lovely stench you have discovered,” joked Mirdirin as they began to head through the fields. On either side of them, cattle gazed. The sounds of their bells as they moved created a cacophony of melodies. A few happy herding dogs watched them as they passed, their tongues hanging about out of their mouths as they kept one eye on their charges and another on the newcomers.
“I cannot believe how badly this place stinks,” murmured Glorfindel. “I mean, I know horse manure is bad, but this is just terrible.”
“Just think – all this can be yours,” joked his herald. They continued down the path, which at times was blocked by a young heifer who was inclined to rest on the rocks rather than on the grass. “How many do you think he will sell to us?”
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