The Merchant of Valinor by Tehta

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Calma (lamp)


Come what may, where others see trouble, I see opportunity. A sudden darkness might seem terrifying, but even unlight has a silver lining–if you’ll excuse my awful metaphor; I am a merchant, not a scribe.

“Lamps!” I cried as I walked the gloomy streets of Tirion. “Morgoth-proof, insect-repellent, all-natural oil lamps!”

And the Noldor hurried to buy my wares, jewels and trinkets in hand.

 


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