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Aikanáro | The Silmarillion (aikanaro) wrote in spinningcompass,

Aikanáro wasn't much one for drinking, for he liked to hold tight to his thoughts and memories. He wasn't much one for sharing his feelings, because it seemed to him almost as if that were all that he had left of her. His memories. And he relived them in his mind every moment of every day.

But they did have very nice mozzarella cheese sticks at the pub, and he'd grown quite fond of those.

So today, he made his way to the pub, having decided to eat as many of the delicious little fried delicacies as he could stuff down his throat. He sat at the pub, and ordered a juice and a double order to start with, then looked at the man sitting alone at a table. He looked rather like Tuor, but he was quite certain it was not his cousin's husband.

"Good day, sir."