30. A Game of Chess
Our friendship is a peculiar one. We have known each other since our cradle days it seems, though it has only been a few weeks. His long, red hair glistens red-gold in the sunlight and I hear him sigh in mock despair.
"Is it my turn yet, Glinneth?"
"Not just yet, Maedhros."
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