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So I'm back in Minas Tirith. It's been a while. I wonder if Noro is still here...
Noro: . . .
Galdor: Noro! *CLINGHUGS*
Noro: @.@
Galdor: *loosens his grip* I'm sorry. Noro, my darling, I'm so glad I found you!
Noro: @.@
Galdor: What's wrong, my love?
Noro: @.@
Galdor: Norolinde...?
Noro: ::sways::
Galdor: *catches her shoulders and holds her firmly, but gently* What's wrong, Noro?
Noro: You . . . you're . . .
Galdor: Yes?
Noro: A . . . live?
Galdor: I am. I came back for you! Oh, my love, I've missed you. *hugs her tightly*
Noro: . . . ::meeps softly::
Galdor: *loosens his grip but doesn't let go* How have you been?
Noro: A . . . live.
Galdor: Noro... *looks at her for a long while* What's wrong?
Noro: You're alive. @.@
Galdor: That's what's bothering you?
Noro: No, just . . . oh. ::puts a hand to her head::
Galdor: *hugs her close* It's all right, I'm back now. I won't leave you again.
Noro: o.o Um. ::pats his back::
Galdor: Hmm? What now?
Noro: I . . . sitting. Need to sit.
Galdor: *takes her to a table and sits her down* What's wrong?
Noro: ::swallows tightly:: You're . . . where did you go?
Galdor: *eyes go distant* I had things to figure out. *looks back at her* Then I got lost. For a long time. I'm sorry I left, Noro. *kisses her hand* I shouldn't have left you.
Noro: . . . oh . . . kay . . . are you . . . are you hurt? Are you hungry? Have you slept?
Galdor: *shakes his head* I'm fine. *squeezes her hands* I'm so glad I found you!
Noro: Eee. o.o
Galdor: >.< I'm sorry. *rubs the backs of her hands with his thumbs*
Noro: Eee? ::looks up at him::
Galdor: What is it, Noro?
Noro: I've . . . Galdor . . .
Galdor: ...yes?
Noro: ::blinks as her eyes start to tear::
Galdor: *blinks and is kneeling at her side in a second* Noro, darling, what's wrong? *takes her hands in his and holds them gently*
Noro: . . . ::isn't sure whether to wail or to faint or to scream::
Galdor: *looks up at her and waits patiently, still holding her hands*
Noro: ::decides to scream::
Galdor: *winces and squeezes his eyes shut*
Noro: . . . ::and then faints::
Galdor: o.o *picks her up and looks for a room to go to* .... perhaps there is an empty room somewhere... *opens a random door and, finding no one, sets her gently on the bed* Noro, darling?
Noro: -.-
Galdor: *goes through some drawers and finds a cloth, dips it in water, and wipes her face gently with it*
Noro: o.o Wet!
Galdor: Noro, are you all right? *sits next to her*
Noro: . . . um.
Galdor: What happened? o.o
Noro: Do you want a baby too? o.o
Galdor: What? Noro, what are you talking about?
Noro: Do I have to have a baby for you?
Galdor: No, of course not. Noro, where are you getting these ideas?
Noro: . . . because all men want babies.
Galdor: No, that can wait. *smooths her hair from her face* I'm glad you're all right.
Noro: ::blinks:: Can I faint again?
Galdor: What's wrong, love?
Noro: I feel an intense desire to be unconscious. And maybe dead.
Galdor: o.o Why?
Noro: Mandos seems really nice this time of year.
Galdor: Noro, going to Mandos is no game.
Noro: I've been before!
Galdor: *eyes widen* You have?
Noro: A lot of times.
Galdor: Oh Noro, I'm so sorry I wasn't here... *hugs her*
Noro: ::stiffens slightly::
Galdor: *notices and lets her go* Something's not right.
Noro: ::shakes her head:: No, it's not.
Galdor: *looks at her* What is it?
Noro: ::curls her hands around her arms and looks at her fingers curiously::
Galdor: *raises a brow slightly, asks gently again* What's not right, Noro?
Noro: ::softly:: I didn't give it back?
Galdor: Give what back?
Noro: His ring. I thought I gave it back . . .
Galdor: *firmly now* Who's ring?
Noro: ::slowly drags her eyes back to his:: My husband's.
Galdor: *raises an eyebrow and tightens his lips* Your what?
Noro: ::speaks louder:: My husband.
Galdor: *stands up and folds his arms* You remarried? *more of a statement than a question*
Noro: ::sighs and plays with her rings:: Yes. And I had children.
Galdor: That explains the screaming and tension. Children, you say? *mutters* Where's that bastard? I'll kill him.
Noro: ::stands up quickly and grabs his arm:: NO!
Galdor: *looks at her curiously* No?
Noro: Why would you do that?
Noro: You left me, Galdor!
Galdor: Then I'm as good as dead. *pulls his arm from her grasp* You can go back to your husband.
Noro: I can't! He . . . fuck, he left me too.
Galdor: What would you have me do, Norolinde?
Noro: Don't come back and expect everything to be okay! I had a life to live, Galdor, and . . . and I lived it.
Galdor: Of course. My mistake. How could I expect you to love me now when you never did before? Please. Go live your life.
Noro: ::shuddersighs:: How could you?
Galdor: *raises a brow at her*
Noro: How dare you come back!
Galdor: *evenly* I came back for my wife. She's not here any longer.
Noro: No fucking kidding!
Galdor: Good day, my lady. *turns and walks out*
Noro: . . . auuuuuuugh! ::slams the door::
Galdor: *makes plans to leave the city*
Noro: ::tears open the door again:: Will you at least fucking take your ring?
Galdor: *hurt, keeps his back to her, voice even* Keep it. Sell it if you want.
Noro: . . . like that worked the first time I tried it!
Galdor: *turns around, voice extremely low now* Fine. Throw it out the window. Give it to a maid. Why are you asking me?
Noro: Because what else am I supposed to do with you?
Galdor: With me? There's nothing left to do with me, Norolinde.
Noro: ::bitterly:: I could always fuck you.
Galdor: *coldly* Why lower yourself to it?
Noro: Because that's the only way anyone wants me anymore.
Galdor: *clenches his jaw* Why do you think I came back?
Noro: I don't know why you married me, Galdor.
Galdor: I don't either. But I did, do, love you. Not that that matters now.
Noro: No. ::her face twisted:: It doesn't. I've got . . . ::hoping to hit him deep:: I've got lovers just lined up around the block!
Galdor: *growls* Then damnit, woman, go BACK to them! *clenches his fists*
Noro: ::steps right up to his chest and glares up at him:: Maybe I don't WANT TO.
Galdor: *glares down at her, hurt* Then DON'T. Why are you telling me?
Noro: I don't . . . fuck. ::wipes her eyes::
Galdor: *closes his eyes and takes a deep breath* Noro, don't.... don't cry. *gives her his handkerchief*
Noro: ::waves her arm at him:: I don't want your sympathy. Go . . . ::choked sob:: Go away.
Galdor: You think this is sympathy? *tightens his jaw* Fine.
Noro: ::swallows:: Go. ::leans heavily on the doorframe for support, holding her head:: . . . go . . .
Galdor: *nods slightly and turns, hastily wiping his eyes and walking slowly away*
Noro: ::sinks to the floor::
Galdor: *stops* *shakes his head to himself and goes back to her, kneeling next to her* I can't just leave you again.
Noro: ::clutches at her stomach:: hurts . . .
Galdor: *hesitantly puts a hand at her shoulder* What hurts?
Noro: It hurts . . .
Galdor: What does, Noro?
Noro: ::grasps his hand tightly::
Galdor: *picks her up and puts her back on the bed, sitting next to her* What hurts? Do you need a healer?
Noro: ::shivers and shakes her head::
Galdor: *frowns and holds her hand, smoothing her hair back with the other* What's wrong, Noro?
Noro: ::inhales sharply:: No . . . nothing.
Galdor: Tell me. There's no one else here to help you.
Noro: I'm fine. I have to . . . . get to my bed . . .
Galdor: *holds her down* You can't go anywhere. Now what's wrong? People don't just clutch at their stomachs and make a face showing pain for no reason.
Noro: It's nothing, I can fix it. ::struggles against him::
Galdor: *holds firmly* Fix what?
Noro: ::weakly:: I don't know.
Galdor: *frowns* We need to get you to a healer. *picks her up again and heads that way*
Noro: ::clings to him:: No!
Galdor: *stops in the hall and looks at her* Why not?
Noro: Have to sleep. Have to . . . watch.
Galdor: That can wait. *continues to the healers*
Noro: No! Please!
Noro: ::shudders and clings to him::
Galdor: Noro, you have to be well to be able to watch others. *holds her close and hurries to the healers, putting her on a bed and calling for someone*
Noro: I have to watch my babies! ::twists on the bed::
Noro: ::screams in pain::
Galdor: *worries, waits for a healer to show up* Shh, Noro, you'll be fine, love. *finally, when one does* There's something wrong with her stomach. Hurry, please!
Noro: ::clings to his hand weakly::
::fade to black and bring it back::
Noro: ::unconscious::
Galdor: *sits next to her, holding her hand, upset, but more worried about her*
Noro: ::moans softly and turns her face to him, not waking::
Galdor: *brushes the hair from her face gently and kisses the back of her hand* God, Noro...
Noro: ::shivers::
Galdor: *pulls the blanket over her body and tucks her in, then sits back down next to the bed and takes her hand again*
Noro: . . .
Galdor: Noro! *CLINGHUGS*
Noro: @.@
Galdor: *loosens his grip* I'm sorry. Noro, my darling, I'm so glad I found you!
Noro: @.@
Galdor: What's wrong, my love?
Noro: @.@
Galdor: Norolinde...?
Noro: ::sways::
Galdor: *catches her shoulders and holds her firmly, but gently* What's wrong, Noro?
Noro: You . . . you're . . .
Galdor: Yes?
Noro: A . . . live?
Galdor: I am. I came back for you! Oh, my love, I've missed you. *hugs her tightly*
Noro: . . . ::meeps softly::
Galdor: *loosens his grip but doesn't let go* How have you been?
Noro: A . . . live.
Galdor: Noro... *looks at her for a long while* What's wrong?
Noro: You're alive. @.@
Galdor: That's what's bothering you?
Noro: No, just . . . oh. ::puts a hand to her head::
Galdor: *hugs her close* It's all right, I'm back now. I won't leave you again.
Noro: o.o Um. ::pats his back::
Galdor: Hmm? What now?
Noro: I . . . sitting. Need to sit.
Galdor: *takes her to a table and sits her down* What's wrong?
Noro: ::swallows tightly:: You're . . . where did you go?
Galdor: *eyes go distant* I had things to figure out. *looks back at her* Then I got lost. For a long time. I'm sorry I left, Noro. *kisses her hand* I shouldn't have left you.
Noro: . . . oh . . . kay . . . are you . . . are you hurt? Are you hungry? Have you slept?
Galdor: *shakes his head* I'm fine. *squeezes her hands* I'm so glad I found you!
Noro: Eee. o.o
Galdor: >.< I'm sorry. *rubs the backs of her hands with his thumbs*
Noro: Eee? ::looks up at him::
Galdor: What is it, Noro?
Noro: I've . . . Galdor . . .
Galdor: ...yes?
Noro: ::blinks as her eyes start to tear::
Galdor: *blinks and is kneeling at her side in a second* Noro, darling, what's wrong? *takes her hands in his and holds them gently*
Noro: . . . ::isn't sure whether to wail or to faint or to scream::
Galdor: *looks up at her and waits patiently, still holding her hands*
Noro: ::decides to scream::
Galdor: *winces and squeezes his eyes shut*
Noro: . . . ::and then faints::
Galdor: o.o *picks her up and looks for a room to go to* .... perhaps there is an empty room somewhere... *opens a random door and, finding no one, sets her gently on the bed* Noro, darling?
Noro: -.-
Galdor: *goes through some drawers and finds a cloth, dips it in water, and wipes her face gently with it*
Noro: o.o Wet!
Galdor: Noro, are you all right? *sits next to her*
Noro: . . . um.
Galdor: What happened? o.o
Noro: Do you want a baby too? o.o
Galdor: What? Noro, what are you talking about?
Noro: Do I have to have a baby for you?
Galdor: No, of course not. Noro, where are you getting these ideas?
Noro: . . . because all men want babies.
Galdor: No, that can wait. *smooths her hair from her face* I'm glad you're all right.
Noro: ::blinks:: Can I faint again?
Galdor: What's wrong, love?
Noro: I feel an intense desire to be unconscious. And maybe dead.
Galdor: o.o Why?
Noro: Mandos seems really nice this time of year.
Galdor: Noro, going to Mandos is no game.
Noro: I've been before!
Galdor: *eyes widen* You have?
Noro: A lot of times.
Galdor: Oh Noro, I'm so sorry I wasn't here... *hugs her*
Noro: ::stiffens slightly::
Galdor: *notices and lets her go* Something's not right.
Noro: ::shakes her head:: No, it's not.
Galdor: *looks at her* What is it?
Noro: ::curls her hands around her arms and looks at her fingers curiously::
Galdor: *raises a brow slightly, asks gently again* What's not right, Noro?
Noro: ::softly:: I didn't give it back?
Galdor: Give what back?
Noro: His ring. I thought I gave it back . . .
Galdor: *firmly now* Who's ring?
Noro: ::slowly drags her eyes back to his:: My husband's.
Galdor: *raises an eyebrow and tightens his lips* Your what?
Noro: ::speaks louder:: My husband.
Galdor: *stands up and folds his arms* You remarried? *more of a statement than a question*
Noro: ::sighs and plays with her rings:: Yes. And I had children.
Galdor: That explains the screaming and tension. Children, you say? *mutters* Where's that bastard? I'll kill him.
Noro: ::stands up quickly and grabs his arm:: NO!
Galdor: *looks at her curiously* No?
Noro: Why would you do that?
Noro: You left me, Galdor!
Galdor: Then I'm as good as dead. *pulls his arm from her grasp* You can go back to your husband.
Noro: I can't! He . . . fuck, he left me too.
Galdor: What would you have me do, Norolinde?
Noro: Don't come back and expect everything to be okay! I had a life to live, Galdor, and . . . and I lived it.
Galdor: Of course. My mistake. How could I expect you to love me now when you never did before? Please. Go live your life.
Noro: ::shuddersighs:: How could you?
Galdor: *raises a brow at her*
Noro: How dare you come back!
Galdor: *evenly* I came back for my wife. She's not here any longer.
Noro: No fucking kidding!
Galdor: Good day, my lady. *turns and walks out*
Noro: . . . auuuuuuugh! ::slams the door::
Galdor: *makes plans to leave the city*
Noro: ::tears open the door again:: Will you at least fucking take your ring?
Galdor: *hurt, keeps his back to her, voice even* Keep it. Sell it if you want.
Noro: . . . like that worked the first time I tried it!
Galdor: *turns around, voice extremely low now* Fine. Throw it out the window. Give it to a maid. Why are you asking me?
Noro: Because what else am I supposed to do with you?
Galdor: With me? There's nothing left to do with me, Norolinde.
Noro: ::bitterly:: I could always fuck you.
Galdor: *coldly* Why lower yourself to it?
Noro: Because that's the only way anyone wants me anymore.
Galdor: *clenches his jaw* Why do you think I came back?
Noro: I don't know why you married me, Galdor.
Galdor: I don't either. But I did, do, love you. Not that that matters now.
Noro: No. ::her face twisted:: It doesn't. I've got . . . ::hoping to hit him deep:: I've got lovers just lined up around the block!
Galdor: *growls* Then damnit, woman, go BACK to them! *clenches his fists*
Noro: ::steps right up to his chest and glares up at him:: Maybe I don't WANT TO.
Galdor: *glares down at her, hurt* Then DON'T. Why are you telling me?
Noro: I don't . . . fuck. ::wipes her eyes::
Galdor: *closes his eyes and takes a deep breath* Noro, don't.... don't cry. *gives her his handkerchief*
Noro: ::waves her arm at him:: I don't want your sympathy. Go . . . ::choked sob:: Go away.
Galdor: You think this is sympathy? *tightens his jaw* Fine.
Noro: ::swallows:: Go. ::leans heavily on the doorframe for support, holding her head:: . . . go . . .
Galdor: *nods slightly and turns, hastily wiping his eyes and walking slowly away*
Noro: ::sinks to the floor::
Galdor: *stops* *shakes his head to himself and goes back to her, kneeling next to her* I can't just leave you again.
Noro: ::clutches at her stomach:: hurts . . .
Galdor: *hesitantly puts a hand at her shoulder* What hurts?
Noro: It hurts . . .
Galdor: What does, Noro?
Noro: ::grasps his hand tightly::
Galdor: *picks her up and puts her back on the bed, sitting next to her* What hurts? Do you need a healer?
Noro: ::shivers and shakes her head::
Galdor: *frowns and holds her hand, smoothing her hair back with the other* What's wrong, Noro?
Noro: ::inhales sharply:: No . . . nothing.
Galdor: Tell me. There's no one else here to help you.
Noro: I'm fine. I have to . . . . get to my bed . . .
Galdor: *holds her down* You can't go anywhere. Now what's wrong? People don't just clutch at their stomachs and make a face showing pain for no reason.
Noro: It's nothing, I can fix it. ::struggles against him::
Galdor: *holds firmly* Fix what?
Noro: ::weakly:: I don't know.
Galdor: *frowns* We need to get you to a healer. *picks her up again and heads that way*
Noro: ::clings to him:: No!
Galdor: *stops in the hall and looks at her* Why not?
Noro: Have to sleep. Have to . . . watch.
Galdor: That can wait. *continues to the healers*
Noro: No! Please!
Noro: ::shudders and clings to him::
Galdor: Noro, you have to be well to be able to watch others. *holds her close and hurries to the healers, putting her on a bed and calling for someone*
Noro: I have to watch my babies! ::twists on the bed::
Noro: ::screams in pain::
Galdor: *worries, waits for a healer to show up* Shh, Noro, you'll be fine, love. *finally, when one does* There's something wrong with her stomach. Hurry, please!
Noro: ::clings to his hand weakly::
::fade to black and bring it back::
Noro: ::unconscious::
Galdor: *sits next to her, holding her hand, upset, but more worried about her*
Noro: ::moans softly and turns her face to him, not waking::
Galdor: *brushes the hair from her face gently and kisses the back of her hand* God, Noro...
Noro: ::shivers::
Galdor: *pulls the blanket over her body and tucks her in, then sits back down next to the bed and takes her hand again*