Lockdown Instadrabbling by Lindariel

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Chapter 20

Prompts:  tree, silver, staff, diamond.


The steel scepter rested on a pillow of silky Grey-Elven cloth like a bolt of silver atop a thundercloud. Wrought in the shape of a miniature tree branch, it bore blossoms of diamond, opal, and pearl. A light dust dimmed its gleam, for none had touched it in over a hundred years, not even the king, though it lay ever ready to his hand.

Turgon frowned at the Dark Elf in front of him. Father of my nephew or not, he thought, this challenge cannot stand. He sat back down upon his throne and reached for his Staff of Doom.


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