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(Written for the great_tales Challenge 209: drabbles about fame; tied for third place.) Title: Fangirls Gimli heard the giggles: four of them at the Citadel's side entrance. He blew out a puff of smoke from his pipe, and glanced at the Guardsman beside the door. He'd not moved from his position of attention, but bore a pinched look upon his face. "I'll see this lot off, then," Gimli said. The oldest might have been sixteen; "W-we have messages for the pheriannath!" "Do you, then?" They blushed. He glanced at their slipper-clad feet. "You've no chance with them, lassies, not without furry feet. Can you grow beards? No? You might try the Elf, then." They fled. |
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