Not often was the grim visage of the Hound a face one might describe as anything but cold, cruel, contemptuous. Yet after he and his dearest friend, the Gondolindrim bastard, had finished their great work, his face lit with a strangely innocent joy. Galadhion beheld in Daegond all that he once was, before, and all that he should have been. That their project was grisly bothered Galadhion not at all at this moment, for his war-damaged friend was now happy.
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