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Finrod awoke with a groan, his head throbbing painfully. Quiet laughter reached his ears, and, shielding his eyes against the light filtering through the curtains with his hand, he turned toward the source of the sound.
"You!" he exclaimed accusingly, though it came out as more of a moan. "This is your fault." He gave Fingon a glare, which only earned more laughter.
"There is no need to thank me/, cousin," Fingon said. "/I did not drink that wine for you."
Finrod closed his eyes again and moaned. Fingon smirked. Not exactly his fault, but it had been his idea.
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