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[wife_of_feanor]

*wakes up*

*stretches*

*gasps with pain as I feel a dull, heavy ache somewhere near my liver*

Oh no.... ;_;

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[lord_feanor]

Woman?

What's wrong?

[wife_of_feanor]

*goes to you clutching my side*

Oh Herven...

Something has happened, hasn't it? Something bad...

Is it.. is it one of ours?

[lord_feanor]

*puts his arms around you and shakes his head*

No... Aredhel died in the forest.

[wife_of_feanor]

*weeps silently*

Oh no...

Her poor husband.. and the babies.

[lord_feanor]

*sighs and holds you close*

I know... and I can't believe I'm saying this, but poor Fingolfin...

[wife_of_feanor]

To lose a child...

*remembers all the times I felt the same horrible ache, knowing that another of my boys had fallen*

*shivers*

[lord_feanor]

*leads you to a couch and sits down with you*

*pulls you close letting you lean against his chest*

[wife_of_feanor]

*weeps silently*

[lord_feanor]

*soothingly strokes your hair*

[wife_of_feanor]

*is comforted enough in your embrace to start thinking about practical things*

Herven.. do you know who... the funeral?

[lord_feanor]

*shakes his head*

No idea. I'm sure her family will let us know what's happening.

[wife_of_feanor]

*sighs and nods*

I should make myself useful..

[lord_feanor]

*raises an eyebrow*

How so?

[wife_of_feanor]

*thinks hard*

*mumbles* Oh.. yes.. of course.. food. *mumbles* Always forgetting about decent food..

*smiles grimly and get up*

Herven, if you'll excuse me.. I must find Cook and discuss the most urgent matter of enough sandwiches to feed an army.

*kisses you on the cheek*

[lord_feanor]

*really wouldn't rather know what this entails*

*kisses you back*

[wife_of_feanor]

*pats your cheek absently then leaves*

*wonders if the markets have smoked salmon this time of year*