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[tar_palantir]

*paces around the Fort waiting until it's time to leave for the funeral.*

*Thinks over what to say to his daughter.*

"I'm sorry?" I suppose you are, for her and the boy but not for your nephew. She'd probably take that the wrong way. "My condolences?" Too distant. "He's in a better place?" I'd get slapped. "Eru moves in mysterious ways?"

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[ar_zimraphel]

*sits by the window in her room, wearing one of Pharazon's shirts and hugging herself*

[tar_palantir]

*knocks* Phel?

*peeps round the door* Míriel?

:( Sweetheart, you need to get ready...

[ar_zimraphel]

I know... :'(

[tar_palantir]

*crosses over to you and hugs*

Just get through today, you'll feel better getting the funeral out of the way.

[ar_zimraphel]

*clings*

Yes. And then I get to spend the rest of my life alone in this crazy place. :'(

[tar_palantir]

You won't be alone. I know it won't be the same but you'll never be alone.

[ar_zimraphel]

A part of me will.

[tar_palantir]

Listen to me. You are Tar-Míriel, you will get through this, even if you don't believe it right now.

*sighs* Come on. Come and get ready. That nephew of mind wouldn't have wanted you to give up.

[ar_zimraphel]

*finds herself being both surprised and moved by that*

You're right.

And thank you. I know you loathed him but... you're here now and saying the right things.

[tar_palantir]

*HURRAH! Success.*

I know you loathed him

Well. But if he made you happy then...

*tails off*

I'll be outside, okay?

[ar_zimraphel]

*nods*

I'll be ready as soon as I can.

[tar_palantir]

That's my girl.

*encouraging smile.*

*leaves you to it.*

[nolimon]

*wanders up towards his mother's room, moving awkwardly in his suit.*

*Tugs at the collar* :\

[tar_palantir]

Hello. Um. How are you doing?

[nolimon]

*Shrugs*

Don' like these clothes.

[tar_palantir]

*turns your collar down all the way around for you*

Well, you're supposed to dress up at funerals as a mark of respect. It's tradition.