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[Feb. 10th, 2011|06:12 pm] |
*is feeling pretty drained after her conversation with her brother* *takes a nice, long nap despite the way everyone seems nervous about the idea of letting her close her eyes again*
*wakes later that evening and decides she's sick of lying in this bed* *carefully disconnects the various tubes and doohickeys attached to her and swings her legs to the floor*
*wobbles unsteadily over to the window, arms outstretched to her sides, thinking this must have been what it was like learning to walk as a baby (not that there's any chance of remembering that)* |
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[Feb. 10th, 2011|06:16 pm] |
*having cleaned out every flower vendor operating outside Menegroth proper (and quite a few outside Doriath, as well), makes it through the funeral proceedings with gritted teeth serenity* *has already made arrangements to remove and replace the worst of the city's dead foliage, as her own attempts to heal the damage have been half-hearted at best* *thinks perhaps it might be time to call in the heavyweight*
*gets down to business as soon as it's feasible to do so otherwise she'll be tempted to sit in her dead, darkened garden and drink some more* *begins by summoning Elrond to Thingol's her office, asking Mardil to show him in when he arrives* |
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weird