Arwen wrinkled her nose as Glorfindel dumped mud-spattered leather and sweat-soaked cloth amongst the buttoned velvet cushions scattered across her boudoir. Even the riot of lily, violet and rose scents that wafted from powders, paints and creams could not drown the stink of horse.
”What is this?” she demanded.
“If you ‘borrow’ a mount without asking, at least return it in the same condition.” Glorfindel matched her tone. “I expect to find this gleaming next time I tack up.” He added something else to the pile. “And clean your father’s sword and sharpen it before he notices it was gone.”
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