“This is silly.”
Elrond sighed. “Erestor, this is an exercise in trust. I need my council members to trust one another.”
The blindfold was lifted. He glared at Elrond as he spoke. “By falling backwards and hoping not to land on my ass. I would rather not.”
“You have to trust me and trust your fellow—“
“I am much heavier than I look,” interrupted Erestor to much laughter.
Elrond threw his arms upwards. “Put your blindfold on; I will catch you.”
Resignedly, Erestor did as told. At least it would be done quickly. He went limp, but was caught by arms more powerful than his lord.
“You are heavy,” whispered a voice.
“Put me down, Fin.”
“But, then you would land on your ass.”
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Erestor, Elrond, and...