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[Mar. 25th, 2009|02:32 pm] |
*sits in the passenger's seat of Glorfindel's car, on their way to dinner*
*is feeling a little guarded (and nervous), given what Glorfindel has told him about Vairë's seeming reservations (and even though he's firm in the opinion that Vairë really should be the one who's anxious to make a good first impression)*
*idly runs a hand through his hair as he looks out the window* Well, she likes Telerin food. So we're off to a good start, anyway? |
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