Lockdown Instadrabbling by Lindariel

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Chapter 9

Prompts:  mountains, gate, knee, hundreds.


It had taken a long time to reach the mountains looming up across the plains. But at last he approached the gate, disregarding the greasy smoke still curling from the riven doors. When he approached the gate at last, he struck his knee on the high carved lintel. Filthy Elves, he thought, always putting stumbling blocks in the way of others.

He moved cautiously until he found the abandoned lair. Mîm ignored the noisome stench, worse than burnt Elves, that still clung to the heap of metal as he climbed atop hundreds of gold cups and claimed Nargothrond for himself.


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