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[norolinde]

((I'm not going to be here tomorrow and Tuesday, so if you need to get anything out and have Noro respond to it, now's the time. Just figure she's around but out of sight for those two days unless she's needed otherwise.))

. . . Yeah. I'll be in my room eating even though I'm not hungry. Not for food, at any rate.

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[gor1im]

Do you need anything, my lady? *waits on her hand and foot, among other things, etc.*

[norolinde]

I haven't turned into a piece of china, you know. Don't feel like you have to do anything. If you have things you have to do, you can go ahead and do them. It's okay.

[gorlim]

I have lots of things to do. Funny thing is, they all seem to involve you somehow. *smiles* Don't worry, I'm sure somebody will come in here and yell something unintelligible if they need me. Which they don't. I don't intend to leave unless you want me to go, or Faramir calls me. If you don't want me around, that's all right. *plays with her hair* Eilinel wouldn't even look at me for a week after our first night together. She said she wanted to think about things. What she could possibly want to think about, I have no idea. But I suppose it worked, because she married me.

[norolinde]

. . . Maybe we should talk then. What are we going to do if I get pregnant? What are we going to do if I *don't*?

What does this make us now? More than friends, but less than partners.

I don't know whether to be overjoyed, or whether to be sad. I don't know what to do, or where to go. Do you?

[gorlim]

What could you possibly have to be sad about? But perhaps it's easier for me. I know what to do. Well... if you're not pregnant, there's nothing to change, is there? If you are... *grins* I'll take care of you, of course... and the baby. I've always wanted to have a real family. I'll take care of you anyway. That's what I do. Maybe it's harder for girls because there's nobody to tell you what to do now. *thinks* Maybe you could find one of Beruthiel's cats to take care of? Or take up sewing? Or knitting.... or... uh... whatever it is girls usually do when we men are out hunting and whatnot...

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[norolinde]

::pouts:: I guess this means no more wine until we know for sure. I looked at some books before we . . . y'know, and that'll take a little more than a week.

Gorlim? Thank you for being the one to do this with me. And if we *do* end up having a baby, if it comes out spiky I'll have your balls on a shish-kebob stick, kay? ::grins and hugs you::

[gorlim]

Somehow, I don't think the spikyness is very likely.

And if it is, I'll hear about it and be loooong gone before you can even walk again. *laughs and throws his arms around her waist, twirling her around* It'll be fine, my lady. And if it's not, at this rate I'll end up with my bone marrow on Faramir's windows and other bits of me in places I'd rather not have them... *winces at the thought* It seems doing anything around here besides breathing is a real risk to one's health.

Do you mind if I spin you around again? That was rather fun...

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[norolinde]

::giggles at the sudden carefree feelings coursing through her:: I'll bet you would do that. "Noro, I'll take care of you, I'll take care of the baby but who's going to protect me from *you*?"

Ha, as long as I don't throw up you're good. Do it again, it *was* fun.

[gorlim]

*spins her, dances around humming nonsensically*

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[norolinde]

Woohoo!

. . .

. . .

Okay, you can put me down now. Put me down. Please. Owowow.

[gorlim]

*puts her down* Are you all right? I'm sorry.... did I hurt you?

[norolinde]

No, you didn't hurt me. It must be the wine and the food and the excitement and the spinning. Just give me a second; I'll be fine. Promise. I'll just sit for a minute or two. Don't worry about it.

((*shows off new iconses*))

[gorlim]

*he sweeps her up into his arms and carries her over to a big armchair, where he places her carefully* Better?

((::drools, eyes pop out of sockets . . . ¬.¬ oh, Noro too::))

[norolinde]

::manages a soft smile:: Yeah. Thanks.

She catches hold of one of Gorlim's hands and turns it over between her two smaller ones, picking off imaginary dirt and generally feeling its warmth and strength. Molding it into the slightest curve, she cups it against her flat abdomen and presses her hands on top of it, keeping it there.

I guess . . . I guess this is good night. :) Love you.

((Aaaaaaaand this is goodnight until Wednesday or, God forbid, Sunday, since I now have no clue when I'll be back home. Adios!))