* A shield! Why hadn't Giles thought of that? Probably, because Giles was the agile type, fond of cartwheels, somersaults, backflips, long jumps, climbing, tumbling, balancing. More natural to spring out of the way of danger, not drag around a large clunky mathom only good for cringing behind. *
* But still, maybe a shield would come in handy. Giles softly pattered back to the solemnity of the innermost treasure-chamber with the great Men lying in state, bowing as he came. He picked up a small round shield that he remembered seeing before. It was very plain, just silvery-steel on the front, with two red handles set inside on the back. Nothing that an Elf would want as a treasure-present. But it might make for a worthy sled to slide down a snowy hillside. Or, you could attach a rope to one of the handles, and use the sled to pull supplies over flat ground. *
* Giles nodded acceptance of this extra burden. *
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