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“Erestor, you are aware that kidnapping the High King counts as treason?”
“And what are you going to do about it? Arrest me?”
The sound of a match being struck, the crackling of flames, and Erestor sat down beside him.
“Besides, this is for your own good, you’re in desperate need of a vacation.”
“You have an interesting definition of ‘vacation’,” Gil-galad muttered, perfunctorily struggling against his bonds. “Can you take off the blindfold, at least?”
Erestor did, and Gil-galad stared into the flames of their campfire.
“Where’s Elrond, anyway?”
Erestor grinned. “Making sure Lindon doesn’t collapse in your absence.”