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Hador Part 4
Title: Hador Part 4
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fanged_geranium
Rating: General
Warnings: None
Summary: Fingon wants to know why Fingolfin has given Dor-lómin to Hador
Hador Part 4
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for this work.
"I think I see where this is going," said Fingon, "Was it cards or chess?"
"Nothing like that," said Fingolfin, "Do you take me for a gamester?"
"I won't dignify that remark with an answer," said Fingon.
"It really wasn't my fault," said Fingolfin, "how was I supposed to know that the table was going to break under my weight? I'm not that fat."
"What were you doing on the table?" asked Fingon. "Normal people sit on chairs."
"I landed on it," said Fingolfin, " when I jumped from the mantelpiece."
"That's quite a long jump, Daddy," said Fingon, looking from the mantelpiece to the collapsed table and back again.
"I know, and I only had to get back to the door to win! I was less than five feet from winning those beautiful white fox-fur gloves that Hador always wears."
"But why did you have to wager Dor-lómin? Dor-lómin is far more valuable than any pair of gloves, even if they are made from arctic fox."
"Because I was feeling rather upset with you for talking me into coming to Middle-earth in the first place."
"Ha!" said Fingon, "I knew you were punishing me for something! It's so unfair!"
The End
Author:
fanged_geraniumRating: General
Warnings: None
Summary: Fingon wants to know why Fingolfin has given Dor-lómin to Hador
Hador Part 4
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for this work.
"I think I see where this is going," said Fingon, "Was it cards or chess?"
"Nothing like that," said Fingolfin, "Do you take me for a gamester?"
"I won't dignify that remark with an answer," said Fingon.
"It really wasn't my fault," said Fingolfin, "how was I supposed to know that the table was going to break under my weight? I'm not that fat."
"What were you doing on the table?" asked Fingon. "Normal people sit on chairs."
"I landed on it," said Fingolfin, " when I jumped from the mantelpiece."
"That's quite a long jump, Daddy," said Fingon, looking from the mantelpiece to the collapsed table and back again.
"I know, and I only had to get back to the door to win! I was less than five feet from winning those beautiful white fox-fur gloves that Hador always wears."
"But why did you have to wager Dor-lómin? Dor-lómin is far more valuable than any pair of gloves, even if they are made from arctic fox."
"Because I was feeling rather upset with you for talking me into coming to Middle-earth in the first place."
"Ha!" said Fingon, "I knew you were punishing me for something! It's so unfair!"
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