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The Task

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Erestor cocked his head to the side and examined the task before him with a critical, experienced eye. The mass of this project was a little daunting, though the tangible pleasures were definite. He wasn’t quite sure Glorfindel would be able to sit still through it all, squirming with impatience instead and making his job that much more difficult.

He settled down, fingers working and picking up speed as he got farther along and more comfortable. Predictably Glorfindel wriggled, and he slapped the broad shoulder, thoroughly irritated. “How will I ever braid your hair if you refuse to stay still?!”

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