"Oh, Elbereth, not again," Elwyn muttered as she went over to help Tumnaooriel to lower the big warrior to the ground. "Just when you think he's recovered..."
Another unearthly howl split the peace of the night. Elwyn unsheathed her sword and stood over Bulvard. In the time she had been caring for him, she had developed a very protective attitude. She would be damned if she'd let some Warg hurt him.
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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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