Caranthir is in Angrod’s rooms, lounging on a sofa. The Noldo was drinking his half-cousin’s wine straight from the bottle and his feet were propped up on the furniture, still wearing his muddy boots.
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Angrod dropped his bag with a thump as he closed the door behind. "Aw dear cousin, if I'd known you were coming I would have cleaned up. It's so good to see you." He kept a smile fixed on his face as he crossed the room. "Don't tell me, they kicked you out of Thargelion. Poor thing."
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