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[gil_estel]

*Awakes in the Gardens of Lorien, feeling decidedly less pain-wracked than he has in recent days.*

*Settles back down on his bed and sighs contentedly as he hears the soft strains of the Venus flytraps singing four-part harmony in the distance.*

*sits up suddenly and panics* The Silmaril! Where is it!?

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[gentle_este]

*Makes her presence known in your mind.*

It's with me, it's safe, relax.

[gil_estel]

*lies back down*

I am relaxed. ¬_¬

[gentle_este]

No you weren't, I could sense your panic from all the way over here.

[gil_estel]

Where's "here"?

[gentle_este]

My island in Lorellin.

[gil_estel]

Ah...I didn't wake you did I?

[gentle_este]

No, no. You and I keep more or less the same hours remember.

Got the key back yet?

[gil_estel]

Ah yes, of course we would.

*coughs* Uhhhh, not yet no.

[gentle_este]

*Calls her handmaidens* Girls? Can one of you bring Ardamírë some prune juice?

[gil_estel]

Prune juice? *Gah...*

[gentle_este]

It'll help. Take your medicine, Ardamírë.

*calls after the handmaidens* Oi! It only takes one of you, you don't all need to go - Hussies.

[gil_estel]

Why do you always call me Ardamírë? I prefer my father name...

[gentle_este]

Because it's who you are, it suits you. Your mother chose well.

[gil_estel]

Your mother chose well.

It was a fluke.

*Looks up to see a gaggle of giggling handmaidens approaching him.*
*swallows nervously*

Uhm. Are they doctors?

[gentle_este]

...

They have a basic medical training.

[gil_estel]

You know I'm feeling much better I think I might like to go-

*slaps hand away from...somewhere* There's nothing wrong with THAT. :\