"Get ye gone, giant featherduster, you have corrupted the poor lady." Glorfindel huffs, shooing the giant bird, as if even his weight would make any difference if Landroval had a mind to stay.
"Give my greetings to Elrond's children, flower-lord." Landroval instructs, unruffled by Glorfindel's attempts to shift him. "Fair skies and good hunting to you, Lady Alana."
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Date: 2015-11-19 06:34 am (UTC)From:"Give my greetings to Elrond's children, flower-lord." Landroval instructs, unruffled by Glorfindel's attempts to shift him. "Fair skies and good hunting to you, Lady Alana."