Unforgettable -- Book Four - Chapter Eight

Unforgettable
by Zhie
Rated NC17 for the entire thing
Book 4; Chapter 8 of bunches
Overall part 97
All about Glorfindel and Erestor, and lots of other Gondolin folk
But, mostly them
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While Glorfindel’s day was filled with cattle, there was no bull about Erestor’s morning. An intensive practice with his vocal coach (who just happened to be the Lord of the House of the Harp) and a meeting with the linguist who served as part of the regular theatre staff was followed by the first full practice for Duilin’s latest masterpiece.

Of course, Erestor learned upon reading the script that he really should have been given credit as a co-writer. Learning the majority of the script was easy; bits and pieces here and there were lifted word for word from the notebook he had thought to be charred beyond recognition in the fireplace. He discovered later, from bribing a few of the maids in Salgant’s employ, that a bucket containing the soot swept from the fireplace had been left outside the door of the suite just as Duilin had happened by.

How the journal had managed to stay intact was beyond Erestor’s comprehension. It seemed, however, that Duilin did not suspect him as the author. The book Erestor had obtained was a common make; his writing had been in Sindarin and not Quenya. Nothing, not a single name, was given away.

After tossing the book into the flames, Erestor had suddenly had second thoughts about it. Acting upon those thoughts, however, risked Glorfindel seeing the book. And if Glorfindel saw the book—

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