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[_elemmire]

*wanders through Tirion, shopping for clothes 'cause it looks like she's going to be here a while*

*wonders if it'd be a waste of money to buy lingerie* :s

*charges everything to Ingwë* :p

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[_kementari]

*looks in a few shop windows*

*wishes she was thin enough for the lingerie* :(

[_kementari]

*stops short*

Ah. :S

[_elemmire]

*good mood evaporates*

What?

[_kementari]

*carefully* It's nothing, really... I mean, he's been a friend of mine for a while, but I know he's... not everyone's friend. :S

[_elemmire]

A friend of yours? Well no wonder you didn't recognise my name. I'm sure he's never even mentioned me. >:|

[_kementari]

I'm afraid not. :S

[_elemmire]

*rolls eyes, mutters*

*angrily looks through the racks*

[_kementari]

I'm sorry for bringing him up. :S

*rather curious now why Ingwë's hiding things* :|

[_elemmire]

*pauses*

I'm sorry. You didn't know. I could write a book on what that bastard's done to me, done to our son.

[_kementari]

*puts the pieces together* Ingwiel?

*shakes head* It's not my place to say, but you're entitled to your feelings, I'm sure. :|

[_elemmire]

Yes, Ingwiel. You've met him?

*mutters* If I had any clue what marriage to him was going to be like, I'd have stayed in Middle-earth.

[_kementari]

*nods* A week or so ago, in the park. Very sweet young elf. :)

*blinks*

...Marriage?

[_elemmire]

He is, really. In spite of what he's had to put up with.

Yes. Marriage. If that's what you call six thousand years of being ignored.

[_kementari]

*smiles ruefully*

*tries to find a response*

*shakes head again* I'm so sorry... I don't know what to say. :(

[_elemmire]

There's not a lot to say. Water under the bridge. Honestly, it really hasn't bothered me too much over the years, living seperate lives. It's just that now . . .with Ingwiel. . .he changes everything.

[_kementari]

Changes it how?