Celebrian drummed her fingers impatiently on the cover of her book. The light outside the window was fading fast to the mellow shades of the evening, gilding every leaf of the trees, and an air of expectancy hung over Aman. She alone felt that there was nothing to be particularly enraptured over tonight. It would be merely another of the slow,
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Uh ... mae govannen, Celebrian.
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Uncle Fin, why do you look like you've been run over by the entire city of Gondor?
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*laughs softly and kindly*
There are those among the wisest who have committed more foolish deeds for love and honour.
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As you can see, the wolf did not take kindly to my quest and was strenuous in his objection. I think I broke my arm when I fell ... and then I ... there was a knife ... and I ... I killed it, but even as my blade slipped between its ribs, 'twas as if I was there again, in the dungeons of Minas Tirith that I built, amid the slime and blood and stench of death. There was naught that could save me from the darkness, and the wolf took hold of me in its death-throes and bit me again... *shows a bruised gash on his leg, but this one is not deep; the wolf had already lost its power*
I slept as the dead, yet when I woke I was not dead, and the wolf was, and I was free.
*face lights up radiantly*
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*enters the room*
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*blinks*
I haven't seen that dress before, have I?
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What's the occasion? Or don't I want to know? I mean, it's not exactly hiking gear.
((Subtlety? You want subtlety?))
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Hiking? My dear, where have you been the past few weeks, there's a big ball tonight, nearly everyone will be there! It's the talk of the week!
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A ball?
It must have been that book or something.
I have a new gown: interlocked silver leaves and not much else.
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I have to be where?
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