"Odd jobs happen to be one of my specialities! Only a fool would pass up an offer like this!" And Tror rapidly shook Finian's hand. "It's a deal. Anything to help! When can I start?" Tror said, waiting for a reply. At last, he would get some work done. After his brother's death, he felt it his duty to help out, even if it involved horses. Tror never was good with anything tall and fast, but, in order to earn his keep, he sucked it up. "It's going to be a pleasure working here. I'm fitting in already! This is great! So, when do I start, and where do I go? What duty calls me?"
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'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.'
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