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Disclaimer: See chapter 1 FIVE FINWIONS MEET IN THE HIGHLANDS OF DORTHONION, WINTER, FIRST AGE 455, TO SETTLE A YEARLY CONTEST.
“I broke into the King’s cellars, surely it counts as an offence?” “Only if Uncle got to know, Fingon” “Oh!” “So, Orodreth?” “Yet unable to produce an heir, I fear.” “Angrod?” “Greeted Cirdan’s ambassador in Quenya…” “Oh, brother! Aegnor?” A sad gaze meets a compassionate one. “I lost my bow. In a wager. Against an andreth.” “Shameful!” “Piteous!” “Pathetic!” “Winsome!” “Says who? It’s been years since you last did something truly embarrassing, Finrod!” “Well, having us all expelled from Doriath gave me quite a lead, I’d say…” “You win, Aegnor, you bring the wine! Same place, next year” In winter, FA 455, the first assault of the Dagor Bragollach swept away Ard-Galen and part of Dorthonion. Angrod and Aegnor fell then. A/N: Cause the saddest of goodbyes is the one you never get to say…. Word count: 100 words. Dec 2004 |
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