((Dragged out of the depths of jenlogs, to be inflicted upon you. :P Cuteness. Totally work safe.))
Ioreth: *knocks on Glorfindel's door and then enters, frowning, when there's no answer* Glorfindel?
Glorfindel: *One of the apprentices came in and built a fire while the elf was sleeping. Now he sits in a chair nearby, staring into the flames,
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