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[maglor_harper]

*Is dimly aware of lots of toing and froing around him.*

*His awareness gradually fades away as his fea gets down to the important business of persuading his hroa that, no, it doesn't want to leave and no, the Halls of Mandos are NOT nice this time of year.*

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[lord_feanor]

*sits by you, fretting as any dutiful parent would*

[maglor_harper]

*Senses someone near him, but can't tell who*

Open your eyes. Wake damn you. WAKE UP. RARR!

*Is suddenly reminded of the time when he was a kid and the other choirboys locked him the percussion cupboard for a joke. It was just as dark, just as claustrophobic and just as difficult to communicate with people.*

[lord_feanor]

*squeezes your hand gently*

Come on, boy. wake up.

[caranthire]

*comes hurrying in after Morno told her what happened post getting his cast off*

:S