"She certainly was not joking about the cobwebs" said Cromthal as he finished scrubbing the left-over presence of spiders. Filling the Tub part of the way with colder water from the water pump and then disappeared inside. He emerged a few moments later nearly dragging a large kettle of water.
"Rirrym...*gasp*..heavy...help" he panted.
"Oh Cromthal! Let me help you. Here." Rirrym helped Cromthal fill the tub about halfway with the hot water. Cromthal carefully measured out some vinegar and put it in the water and then slowly dropped the linen in the water.
"Rirrym, Have I ever told you the Gondorians and the Brehon may be realted?" Cromthal asked. Rirrym shokk his head.
"Ah. Well, the legend goes that My people come from an unfortunate shipwrecked pary of Numenoreans that were stranded on the shores of Middle-earth long before the rebellion against the Valar. They were helped by the elves and settled finally in the north of Eriador, where we are today. Shall I tell you of how I was pulled rom the water by Mithrandir? You said you wnated to hear that story." Cromthal said all this as he put the saffron in the water bit by bit and storred it slowly with a long stick.
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