Elenna sat alone in her chamber, massaging her temples with her fingertips. It had been a hard day - first, the arrival of Hogarth and the almost escape of Damselle. Then, the dwarves had arrived. Ah - a problem of its own. The elven army needed their reinforcements, but they would be more harm than good if the elves and dwarves could not learn to get along. A knock at her door distracted her from her headache.
"Come in." Glorfindel entered, a goblet held in his hands.
"I brought you some of Tiri's headache remedy. I thought you might need it." He handed her the goblet and put his arm around her waist. "Tough day?"
"Hah! No, only a desperately wounded old friend, army of hostile dwarves, splitting headache, arrogant prince, and GODS DAMNED WAR TO PLAN!!!!!" She gulped the cool liquid down, grimacing at the taste. "I just don't know what to do."
Glorfindel kissed her softly on the lips, then frowned. "That stuff does taste nasty. And remember - I love you. Always have, always will. Forever." He held her for a second, and then left.
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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