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Nerdanel, unaware that her son has been handed over to The Evil of her world, is blissfully napping on one of the sofas.
Her knitting is resting on her lap in her limp hands, her eyes partially open but unfocused in her sleep. Approach softly, and she won't scream and jump when you wake her.
Her knitting is resting on her lap in her limp hands, her eyes partially open but unfocused in her sleep. Approach softly, and she won't scream and jump when you wake her.