Glorfindel smiles, and after a few minutes of rummaging he turns and disappears into the woods again, two heavy leather satchels slung over his shoulder.
Before too long he has returned, the satchels full of cold river-water. After setting them down within the rim of the rock wall, he goes to free Asfaloth from his tack.
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Date: 2013-01-05 06:29 am (UTC)From:Before too long he has returned, the satchels full of cold river-water. After setting them down within the rim of the rock wall, he goes to free Asfaloth from his tack.