"So I've noticed." Glorfindel replies dryly as he walks alongside, searching for lost arrows. They are interrupted when Sallyn, leaving his friend's side for a moment, trots over.
In the finest tradition of his people, he bows to the bloodied werewolf. "My thanks, sir, for defending the life of my friend."
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Date: 2007-08-24 04:48 am (UTC)From:In the finest tradition of his people, he bows to the bloodied werewolf.
"My thanks, sir, for defending the life of my friend."