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Short Accounts of Middle-earth  by Nieriel Raina

Master of Imladris

"Lord Elrond!"

Elrond paused, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He turned slowly but with enough momentum to send his robes swirling about him impressively. "MASTER Elrond," he corrected. Damn Peter Jackson and those movies!

The elf hurrying in his wake blinked. "Oh, well, I thought since you were the son of Eärendil who was the son of Idril, daughter of Turgon, son of Fingolfin, who was son of Finwë that that would make you a 'lord', my lord."

"You have been speaking to Erestor, haven't you?"

"Aye, my lord."

"And he's been drinking again, hasn't he?"

"Ummm…"


Author's Note: I have had it pointed out to me on several occasions that Tolkien always referred to Elrond as 'Master Elrond' in canon. Couldn't resist poking a bit of fun. ;)





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