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Thranduil was not happy. His little stunt with the spiders' nest had earned him a twisted ankle and a bruised ego, not
to mention web stuck in places he didn't even touch in the bath.
He growled as Gloin yanked his hair pulling out the spider string tangled in it. The reality of Gloin searching his body
to remove the stuff wasn't nearly as fun as the fantasy.
Gloin chuckled and kissed his ear. "Playing in trees then pouting when you fall out. I never thought you could be
such a child."
A pause.
"Are you calling me old, Dwarf?"
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