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Originally Posted by Urwen
Hah. You know nothing.....
Lalaith and Nienor on Amon Ethir. Glaurung comes.
Lalaith:Sister, what is this?
Nienor:It's dragon of a foul one. Run!
Lalaith: No ned to run,sister. Watch...
Lalaith gets out a flask of water from river Gulduin and extends it to Glaurung.
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Oh. If you refer to the stream in Mirkwood, may I remind you that it lies around fifteen hundred miles to the east of Lalaith's current location, with a couple of rather impressive mountain ranges in between, and that it quite possibly isn't even enchanted yet?
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Originally Posted by Urwen
Lalaith:It's harmless.
Glaurung drinks and falls into slumber. Lalaith and her sister sneak away quietly...
Beat this cunning!  |
Welll... I can't say I'd find it easy to deal with a real live dragon myself. But I'll tell you what, my very
first step would be to reject out of hand any plan that relied on the dragon's being a complete nitwit. Seems just a trifle over-optimistic.
In other word: how did she get the water, and why did he drink it?
Over to you.
