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She knows Fëanor's - her husband's - house and the grounds well, now - it is the result of her near-incessant wanderings through the rooms and corridors, the gardens and the stables, without ever meeting another, or perhaps subconsciously avoiding a meeting with her family. She has spent hours upon hours in the library when sleep has eluded her yet and yet again, she has even dared venture into the forge and replace the (now wilted) flowers someone left there. She has not cried for some time, and the visible bruises from Sauron's attacks have faded - but her steps are sluggish, her shoulders slumped, and her bright eyes clouded with weariness and grief.
And so people will perceive her now that her wanderings have taken her into the Mansion gardens: A slender elven woman clad in black, enhancing the red of her hair, the paleness of her skin and deepening the shadows beneath her eyes. To those watching she may appear distracted, lost - and in more than one way, she is.
And so people will perceive her now that her wanderings have taken her into the Mansion gardens: A slender elven woman clad in black, enhancing the red of her hair, the paleness of her skin and deepening the shadows beneath her eyes. To those watching she may appear distracted, lost - and in more than one way, she is.