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"Dwarves keep many secrets from strangers, but the best they keep even from each other. Deep in the dark of Mirkwood's dungeons, Glóin keeps a sweet and dangerous secret from his companions. Never will they know that while they sleep in the cellar, he is in a large, luxurious bed, wrapped up in the warm, soft scent of the Elvenking. And while his fingers wrap in hair of gold, he is kissed and caressed, and a voice will whisper in his ear, "I'll die if you don't have me."
Thranduil is his dirty little secret, the one he'll never share.
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