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*wanders down the street for a good ten minutes before remembering that he shouldn't technically be walking anywhere*

*slows to a stop* *blinks* *looks around a little bewilderedly*

...

*has vague, hazy memories of the Halls* *recalls winning a... a card game?*

*abruptly sucks in a short breath as he remembers*

*turns and sprints in the direction of Ereinion's house* *is well out of breath by the time he reaches the front door and hurriedly raps on it*

ETA: *heads for his parents' house, feeling rather disheartened* :(

*sighs morosely as the first few raindrops begin to fall* *it just figures*

*knocks on his parents' door, soaked to the skin and completely unaware of all the company inside*

*wakes up*

...

Whoa.

*pads over to her closet and pulls on the oversized robe Bëor got her after Lúsion's surprise overnight growth spurt*

*heads out to the breakfast table* Uncle Bëor? Not to conform to a stereotype or anything, but can we go shopping after breakfast?

*gazes down from the high window of the old barn, careful to stay far enough back so as to remain unseen*

*forgets momentarily about the eggs and the dish of oats he's brought up to the hayloft, leaving them untouched while he watches the two people arguing on the front steps of the nearby house*

*thinks there's been enough Serious Music, Bad Music, and Just Plain Silly Music*

*decides the party needs to start swinging and gets a few Telerin horn players up on the stage*

*hasn't made much more headway in the memory department*

*has been busily exploring the exciting world of watercolors, however* :)

*springs an Idea one day and retreats to her painting corner with one of Lúsion's more colorful astronomical books*

*spends a full week churning out her Sekrit Project*

*finally finishes and goes looking for her teenaged housemate*

Lúsion? Are you busy?

*wakes up to see the early morning sun peeking through the curtains*

*pulls herself out of her nice warm bed, yawning and still half-asleep*

*pads out into the kitchen, lured by the smell of breakfast cooking*

*rubs at her eyes, not really looking where she’s going* Mornin’. Where’s mama?

*brings home a huge stack of astronomy books from the library and sprawls out on the living room rug with them, reading and taking notes*

*wakes up in his bed at Bëor's house feeling a little weird*

*sits up, trying to wake up a little more, randomly scratching while looking down at his legs and feet*

*his quite a bit bigger legs and feet* o.o

*leaps up and looks in the mirror, gawping*

*eventually pulls on his three sizes too small bathrobe and goes to find Bëor*


*wonders if there was something in the water at Lórien* :S


[EDIT] *borrows a horse from Bëor and rides back to Lórien*

*having taken a brief break from Ingil-watching, returns to his bower to find it rather crowded*

*stands in the doorway with his arms folded and his brow furrowed*

*is settling down to read the paper when a headline catches his eye: HEIR TO VANYARIN THRONE STABBED UNDER MYSTERIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES*

*reads on a bit, registering the name "Ingil"*

*frowns*

*calls out* Lúsion, lad? Come here a moment, would you?