Disclaimer: They’re Tolkien’s, not mine

BROTHERLY LOVE

“My Lord and Father, I am sending the last remnants of my cellars before finally departing Nevrast.  

The carved kegs treasure an exquisite “Late Harvest” from the sunniest slopes of Mount Taras, which should please you greatly. Those fifty great barrels contain the customary strong red wine, so adequate for Hithlum’s untamed climate and palates.You may want to keep the unmarked casks from my brother’s yearly revelries in Dorthonion; that spirit comes from my own private vineyard.

With love,

Turgon, King of Gondolin”

Fingon’s eyebrows attempted escape. "He named his city  “Gondolin”? Where was he when Mandos spoke doomº?”

A/N: º “ And great shall be the fall of Gondolin” LT, Chp. VII

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