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Nerdanel is kneeling in the little plot of land given to Gorlim.
The air was crisp, signalling the true coming of Autumn, and she slowly, cheerfully prepared the ground and plants for the cold winter coming. She sings softly to herself, digging and shifting, feeding and humming. She loves the land and life, and she's enjoying an afternoon without her son.
Even a mother can desire a little time to herself!
The air was crisp, signalling the true coming of Autumn, and she slowly, cheerfully prepared the ground and plants for the cold winter coming. She sings softly to herself, digging and shifting, feeding and humming. She loves the land and life, and she's enjoying an afternoon without her son.
Even a mother can desire a little time to herself!