gimp stepped into the box and Master removed the caribena from gimps wrist restraints. Master grabbed the new padlocks from the rucksack in the hallway and went into the living room. gimp scurried off into the living room still choking. Master grabbed the chain round gimps neck and pulled gimp on to its feet. Thranduil propped his chin upon his hand, fascinated by the process. He felt a peculiar fondness steal over him and with it a growing hunger. The sleep of Man, it seemed, was quite similar to the sleep of beasts, for Estariel lay all akimbo. He watched as she rolled languidly to her back, the bedclothes slipping around her as her legs kicked wildly to free themselves from constriction as her hair slid and tangled about her golden skin. Possessed of a sudden curiosity, the king lifted a carved chair into place at the foot of the bed, and settled himself quietly to watch Estariel sleep. Thranduil whirled about in time to see the mound of bedclothes heave and a small, dark head appear beneath them. Disappointment stinging his throat, the king crossed to the long windows, setting his quiver upon a small table and the bow against the wall. The Hunter by (Mixed Media, GIMP 2.8) Fumbling with the lock, Thranduil burst into his kaimasan and paused for the room was empty.
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