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[Sep. 11th, 2009|08:54 am] |
*after another day spent putting on a cheerful face for her son (but he's a bright one; she doubts she's fooling him) and thinking long and hard (well, long, anyway) about Erestor's encouraging words, decides she really will go ahead and try to get in touch with Glorfindel*
*chooses a time early in the evening, before one of Ecthelion's scheduled shows, so that hopefully Glorfindel won't be too busy to talk to her*
*shuts herself in her room with her phone, curling up in the window seat* *has no idea what she's going to say but dials Glorfindel's mobile number anyway* |
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