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[gondolin_noble]

The air is crisp and clean, with the dryness that comes with elevation. There are a few tall trees - mostly pines, lean and wind-beaten. The rest are low-growing shrubs, growing thickly in patches between outcroppings of rough granite. These are the empty lands just north of the Misty Mountains, and in the caves here, orcs and a few uruk-hai still live.

The pair emerge between two pine trees, one young and hale, the other burnt and and tilted sideways to form a rough and very tall doorway. The sky is the dark blue of the late-afternoon, and white fluffy clouds cluster around the distant peaks. They are downwind of the small hunting party - several humans, mingled with the sweet smoke of their pipes, and the scents of two others which vaguely resemble Glorfindel's scent.
"Now, wait a moment..." He pauses, crouching to scoop up a handful of dirt. "You are not nearly filthy enough to pass as a human."


Yes. He's enjoying this.

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[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"If I could," Says Glorfindel, studying the distant stars as he walks, hearing their song, "I would never fight again. The day that there are no enemies to take trophies from will be the best day of my life."

He does not condemn Spoon for his choices. He only wishes such choices were not necessary.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

There's a twist to Spoon's lips that says he understands...but he also knows that the particulars of his curse mean that he fights or he eats a silver bullet. If there was no more legitimate prey he'd go after something.

It wouldn't be a curse if the benefits outweighed the drawbacks.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

Glorfindel is silent for a few moments, then begins one of the many songs to Elbereth as he wanders through the rough terrain, not leaving any sign of his passing. Despite his relaxed attitude, it is not long before they can see the two trees again, forming their rough doorway back to the bar.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon follows calmly enough. He's silent while the elf sings, and relaxes a bit when they get back to the doorway.

It'll be good to get into his own clothing again. As comfortable as the elven armor is, he can't shift shape in it. That's rather more horrible than he expected.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"Here is where we must part ways, Puppy. I need to keep an eye on the young ranger while we journey back to Imladris, and we will need to start back immediately. I hope the experience lived up to expectation?" He asks, giving Spoon a bright smile.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"It did indeed, Glory. If you ever want backup again just ask...that's not all I can do, by far." Spoon says cheerfully, "Should I leave the armor with Bar?

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"Keep it." Declares Glorfindel, magnanimously. "As momento of your first battle here. Besides, if I am to call on your help again, it will help if you have armor you are used to."

He bows as well, a far more graceful gesture than the one Sallyn managed.
"May the stars of Elbereth light your path, Spoon of the Yorkshire."

Alright, so maybe he doesn't quite understand how England is carved up. The sentiment is right.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon's bow is about at the level of Ace's shoulder-bump. He tries, though, God help him. "May your true peace come soon, Glorfindel." and if it's not the ritual words, they are truly and sincerely meant.

It's going to take forever to get the armor to a point where he can wear it in an effective way.