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[smithofwainola]

*Ilmarinen has been working hard in Feanor's forge to make what people have requested from him--and now he emerges with

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[missgdarcy]

"Oh," says Georgiana, and touches the harp, reverently.

[smithofwainola]

*should she touch the strings, a soft, heartbreakingly melodic sound will reverberate through the air--and it's almost too bad, that in the harp-music is a voice, growing steadily louder and louder, which tells something about Georgiana that she has kept hidden (which this typist, apologies, does not know--)*

[missgdarcy]

Strange; was that faint voice coming from the harp? She leans in close and plucks a small melody on the strings again, this time pausing to listen as the voice increases in volume and clarity...(possibly mentioning how she thinks wicked, wicked, unladylike thoughts about her fiance...)

[smithofwainola]

*if she should continue, though, even out of sheer morbid fascination, the voice will get raised to a shout--*

[missgdarcy]

She leaps back, eyes wide and face aflame, and quickly looks to see that no one has heard...