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Mithril

Legolas eyes the mithril coat once more, a puzzled look on his face.  There is something familiar about it.  The glistening silver-tinted coat shines just as brightly as the day it was wrought, and Legolas stares, memories of years past rushing through his mind as his keen eyes examine deeper until Frodo notices and they dart away.  Still, the vast mind searches, searching for a coat of like design given to him years ago, wondering why it is so distracting.  Yet, his mind finds not the memory of old, and with a sigh, the elven prince fixes his eyes again.

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