A memory of a story from long ago by AdmirableMonster  

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Thank you, and sorry

With thanks to Anérea for the eponymous prompt


When we took the ships, my little one, the blanket came with us.  We did wrong in the taking of it, but we were grateful for its warmth on the cold waves.  When we set foot on Beleriand, I dreamed of you, and I took the blanket for your comfort when you came to me.  I wore it as a cloak when I rode at the prince’s side, and when we were captured, I fought those who would take it from me. Though I had no right to it, it kept me warm in this prison and saved my life.


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