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Library, Monday (11/22)

Gabrielle had, on her way in to work this morning, entertained notions of wandering off into the stacks and trying to dig up whatever information she could find on Dahak. It was a purely masochistic idea, and an epically bad one, but she was still in just enough of a morose mood to go along with it.

That, luckily, was an idea that got shelved (pun intended) as soon as she arrived, went to make the coffee, and stopped to put her own overly-sugared, steaming mug of caffeine on the desk before embarking on her self-flagellating research mission; a copy of the Mabinogion just happened to be on the desk in prominent view, and despite her recent bad associations with Britannia it caught her attention.

. . . which was how Gabrielle would end up spending large chunks of the rest of her day trying to figure out how to play gwyddbwyll instead. For whatever good that would do -- she was terrible at strategy games.

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Gabrielle never could quite make sense out of why some people decided to ally with sketchy causes, so she was content to leave it at that.

"If I walk into a wall because I'm too busy trying to work out the letters to notice where I'm going," she warned playfully, "I'm blaming you."

Faramir laughed and nodded his head in agreement. "I will gladly take the blame then. My brother was so kind to send me some books, most deal with the history of Gondor. They could be of help."

"Oh, so I can read about it instead of getting you to tell me?" Gabrielle did a decent job of feigning shock, actually, having had to express actual shock often enough. "I see what you did there. Very clever."

"It shall be the required reading to back up what I have told you," he countered. "There will be a short test after."

Honestly, if she wanted to hear of Gondor chances were he would gladly talk her ears off.

"I never did well on written tests," Gabrielle completely made up. "All right, fine. I accept the challenge."

. . . again, it was only fair. If she could literally talk ears off, she'd have a pile herself.

"Very well, then," he grinned, obviously pleased with their agreement, and he held up the book. "Now shall I read to you then?"

Gabrielle made a sweeping gesture toward the book and settled more comfortably in her chair. "You have my undivided attention," she promised. "Read away."

She'd try not to debate the pronunciation of the names much. Odds were good she'd be butchering them just as badly anyhow.

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