*Sighs with relief as she comes to the end of yet another
stressful day.*
*Sits alone in her room in quiet contemplation.*
This isn't so bad. This is good. I've got my brother back. I like Nienor and Aldarion, he's loved here, he can grow up without having to worry about Morgoth every five minutes. Just don't know how he's going to cope when he finally understands what those dreams mean. Fucking orcs.
*Knows she should tell Nienor right now but is suddenly overcome with the urge to get plastered on hard liquor and forget about rehousing stress.*
Tell Nienor, or get hammered? Tell Nienor or get hammered? *nods* Get hammered. Tell Nienor tomorrow after you've slept on it...or at least passed out on it after some quality booze.
*heads to the pub*