3. Song of Rivendell
S. A. 1989
Erestor chuckled silently. "I have never seen him this drunk. Not even when he and Elros were forty, and got into Maglor's wine. That earned the both of them a good lashing."
Glorfindel grimaced. "He deserves another one."
"Yes. Let us hope that this night will be forgotten."
On this clear, starry night, Glorfindel hoped earnestly that the Mariner was not looking down upon the three of them. But suddenly the warrior knew, in his innermost heart, that such hope was vain.
"I fear, mellon nin, it will not be. Ever."
And once again the wobbly refrain echoed: "Oh! Tra-la-la-lally…"
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