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Сегодня — среда, 16 января 2019 г.
gvssrfwafr кадаверус 19:12:02
http://www.gutenberg­.org/files/58694/586­94-h/58694-h.htm
http://lib.ru/LOGIN­OW/master.txt
http://lib.ru/LOGIN­OW/black.txt
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Позавчера — понедельник, 14 января 2019 г.
ytjt кадаверус 23:02:24
https://archiveofour­own.org/users/Warg_S­cout_Cookies/pseuds/­Warg_Scout_Cookies/w­orks
https://archiveofou­rown.org/works/13688­997?view_full_work=t­rue
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rQ3RQRqqrQ кадаверус 22:51:12
http://joyreactor.cc­/tag/Marishka+Kleyma­n/1­­­­
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кадаверус 19:56:36
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воскресенье, 13 января 2019 г.
drgf кадаверус 22:57:10
https://archiveofour­own.org/works/209081­

https://archiveofou­rown.org/works/14718­125
https://archiveofou­rown.org/works/14733­272
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rdttyre кадаверус 21:34:52
https://archiveofour­own.org/works/225099­?view_adult=true
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drtgs кадаверус 21:01:47
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zjsfabhS кадаверус 18:42:44
https://www.harrypot­ter.com.ua/index.php­?showtopic=10442
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erfswegSG кадаверус 17:36:18
http://efiction.este­liel.de/viewstory.ph­p?sid=14

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пятница, 11 января 2019 г.
5uyjty кадаверус 17:38:12
https://threadreader­app.com/thread/10808­01693238022145.html
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все слова про то, что учиться в... кадаверус 17:26:02
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все слова про то, что учиться в универе сложнее, чем в школе - хуйня. меньше внимания уделяется непрофильным предметом, больше интересного и реально полезного, какие сложности?
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вторник, 8 января 2019 г.
rrgsdrfgdr кадаверус 20:54:23
http://www.lotrfanfi­ction.com/viewstory.­php?sid=4076&textsiz­e=0&chapter=36
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sefswe кадаверус 20:27:09
https://archiveofour­own.org/works/163827­68?view_adult=true
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g кадаверус 19:41:06
http://www.gutenberg­.org/files/58642/586­42-h/58642-h.htm#AN_­IDYLL_OF_OLD_AGE
http://www.gutenber­g.org/files/58650/58­650-h/58650-h.htm#CH­APTER_VII
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srgSGs кадаверус 18:47:23
https://epdf.tips/ma­rgaret-weis-dragonla­nce-chronicles-01-dr­agons-of-autumn-twil­ight024585cb6fcb11f6­5d3007724081769a4993­0.html
https://en.wikipedi­a.org/wiki/List_of_D­ragonlance_novels,_c­hronological_by_auth­or
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http://rgffj.beon.r­u/tag/LOTR/
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суббота, 5 января 2019 г.
yhujftgr кадаверус 19:23:33
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tzusrt46us кадаверус 18:44:49
http://www.gutenberg­.org/files/58611/586­11-h/58611-h.htm#ch1­2
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четверг, 3 января 2019 г.
история глорфиндел-социализ­ма социализм историал-глорфиндел­изма... кадаверус 20:29:24
история глорфиндел-социализ­ма
социализм историал-глорфиндел­изма
глорфиндель социал-историзма
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среда, 2 января 2019 г.
кадаверус 19:48:21
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r78o68od кадаверус 14:47:23
http://sci-book.com/­izobrazitelnoe-iskus­stvo/466-tvorcheskoe­-postroenie-risunka-­golovyi-33256.html
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вторник, 1 января 2019 г.
dtyjirft6 кадаверус 21:12:59
[image-original-none-https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/22/Da_Vinci_Vitruve_Luc_Viatour.jpg]
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rytaey glor io кадаверус 20:05:26
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ламия  кадаверус 12:51:28
ламия https://www.gutenbe­rg.org/files/2490/24­90-h/2490-h.htm
https://www.gutenbe­rg.org/files/1238/12­38-h/1238-h.htm
http://www.gutenber­g.org/files/52456/52­456-h/52456-h.htm
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воскресенье, 30 декабря 2018 г.
The glass of the bottle was cold against his lips, while the bottle's... кадаверус 21:17:49
http://www.gutenberg­.org/cache/epub/1080­6/pg10806-images.htm­l
вск 4 мск 2ч б игра
http://tolkiengatew­ay.net/wiki/William_­Morris
The glass of the bottle was cold against his lips, while the bottle's contents made him feel as if his intestines were sat on fire. Galion corked it back and licked his lips.
His back was starting to hurt from sitting in this hard saddle. Why did Thranduil even had to take him with them? He was a wine keeper, not a coachman, for stars' sake. Was it because he was the only greenwood servant who knew of young prince's pitiful weakness?
Well, he certainly was not the only one to notice something happening to Legolas. The prince had been squinching his eyes constantly for the last ten moons or so. Was it his fault that he was filling Thranduil's cup with wine, when Legolas suddenly decided to mention it to his father that he had trouble during the last archery practice, when the target seemed all blurred to him?
It was hard to him to prevent his lips from curling in scornful amusement that time, seeing that abashed look upon Thranduil's face.
Galion chuckled, the sound of it weirdly unhappy in the nocturnal silence. It died down quickly, and he could not hear anything but his own breath and the wind whispering in the foliage again.
It was growing lighter, the pale light in the east preceding the sunrise, and Galion felt like he was going to fall asleep in the saddle, when the sight of the valley of Imladris filled up his vision.
Was no one going to meet them? It would not be to Thranduil's likeness, most certainly. The trout of the horse became steadier, the road smooth under its' hooves, when Galion finally saw a mounted figure riding up towards them.
The elf's greeting was colder than Galion expected, making Thranduil's irritation become obvious for Galion, and he gave Lindir his sweetest smile. Valar, king Thranduil could use getting out from greenwood and into places, where he was not the omnipotent lord!
The halls of Imladris, dowered with thick columns, carved wood and mosaics aroused in Galion an uneasy feeling of his own insignificance. Elrond met them in a smaller hall, paying Galion no attention,for which he was grateful, for the was something uncanny about the lord of imladris, with his aquiline features. Galion could not help but feel regret for imladrian servants, when seeing Elrond - the peredhel did not seem to be a forgiving master. He pitied Legolas indeed.
He was happy to be finally left in the chamber which was to become his sleeping place for the length of the visit. He placed the heavy wooden casket filled with his intimate posessions upon the wide windowsill and sat upon the velvet-covered bed, stretching out limbs happily. He had an hour of rest before the breakfast.
He awoke from the sound of something tapping upon his chamber-door. The servant who came to wake him up was younger and friendlier than Lindir, the smile upon his lips broad with seeming sincerity.
- You know, Thranduil seems to hate your lord, - Galion mentioned nonchalantly while walking through one of the seemingly endless passages. It was an exaggeration, if not a big one.
- And I heard, they are friends of old, - Meludir seemed to be uninterested completely in the topic. Galion opened his mouthed and closed. Meludir seemed not to be keen on the idea of telling him anything about Elrond.. and this was not a good omen usually.
They entered the dining hall, and the steady drone of many voices combined with pleasant smells,
made him forget about his former uneasiness. He saw two tables, one of them distinctly reserved for lower servants and sat himself upon the closest free chair.
He could see Legolas sitting at the "noble" table beside a dark-haired elf with uncannily sharp features. The prince's cheeks were tinged with pink, his lips trembling for everybody to see.
Both Greenwood and imladrian rulers were nowhere to be seen.
Galion put a few of pig ribs upon his plate and when he looked up again, Elrond and Thranduil were entering the hall, Thranduil's face rigid as a mask, only nostrils flaring. Elrond's facade looked completely calm.
Galion sighed inwardly. Thranduil was not used to keeping his feelings inside, and now the only one to pour these feelings out on was Galion. He turned his gaze to the noble table again. Elrond was talking to Legolas, his palm upon the prince's narrow shoulder. The fear in Legolas' eyes could be seen across the whole hall.
Galion's cock twitched under his garments. The prince's shyness and fearfulness never felt to lighten a fire inside him, but the was something about Legolas being near this cold-eyed lord that made the whole situation affect Galion harder than usually. The image of litle prince lying upon a big barrel in Galion's wine-chamber, his leggings pooled around his thin ankles, ass hitched into the air, flashed before Galion's eyes. He blinked, trying to concentrate upon the meat on his plate.
The dinner passed calmly and Galion left his table with other servants before the lords did. He was waiting upon the door of his lord's chambers, thinking about Thranduil's ill mood, when a teary Legolas turned up besides him and sat himself upon a windowsill, his chin trembling.
- Has anything gone astray, prince? - Galion found himself asking. It was beyond him to sit there and watch Legolas' whining.
- No. No, Galion, everything's alright.
Legolas' breath seemed to become steadier. Suddenly he got down, and stopped aside from Galion a moment before king Thranduil appeared out of the corner, a chamber-key between his fingers.
- A bottle of wine for me , now!
It could be worse, thought Galion while marching descending the steep steps which lead towards the imladrian wine-chambers. The possibility of asking for two bottles and giving the lord oly a half of his bounty was tempting, yet he abstained, not caring to test the strictness of imladrean household rules for this moment.
A bottle of thick glass in his hand, Galion returned to the starting point of his short journey ready to knock on the door, when his ears caught the sound of Thranduil's harsh voice. Galion stopped dead in his tracks. For all he new, meddling into monarch's family affairs was a bad idea.
- You have to go! He is a healer, not some shyster, and you are of royal blood, not some mongrel! - the king's voice was was load enough to be heard even though there was a distance between Legolas and the carven door. Galion tensed and the next moment the door open and Legolas passed Galion, his gaze downcast.
After waiting a few moments he decided he had dawdled enough and, finally,knocked upon the door.
- Give this to Elrond, - ordered Thranduil grimly, motioning at a casket filled with corked little bottles. They smelled of healers' weeds and illness.
The king gave Galion his leave and after asking a passing servant about the location of Elrond's apartments, Galion went up the stairs.
- In! - hearing Elrond's voice, Galion opened the door and entered. He was greeted by the sight of Legolas lying upon a leather coach, his tunic hiked up, a coverlet upon his backside. Elrond took the medicine right of Galion's hands, not giving the servant to enjoy the vision of the curve of Legolas' ass.



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