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Day 118: Don't judge a book by its cover
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This is another drabble in my Elrond series.

Day 118
Don't judge a book by its cover
At the approach of the traveller, Elrond wondered briefly why Círdan had committed the Red Ring to this last of those from over the sea. Whereas Curunír had sought to impress and impose his will on others with voice and bearing, Mithrandir cloaked himself in the body of a weary old man: a little stooped, frail, weathered.
Yet. Elrond saw, the spirit that looked out from under those bushy brows was fierce and strong like an eagle, steady on its course as the stars, bright as the Flame Imperishable.
Elrond smiled ruefully to himself: Círdan had, as always, chosen wisely.
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