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[eonwion]

*eagerly watches his daerada's every move*

Is the ship ready to fix yet? :D

*bounce* ... *gently*

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[_mahal]

*grins* *SO sensed the bounciness through the strike-outs.*

I don't know...Yavanna? How are the trees coming along?

[eonwion]

*returns with a small pop*

That's so much easier. :D

*wonders if grandparents give you slack on other things too*

*grabs a last bunch of logs*

[_mahal]

*smiles and pats you on the shoulder*

Right. Let's keep the mariner sane. ;)

[eonwion]

Kay. :D

*looks curiously at the ship*

It actually looks kind of small. For a whole star, you know?

[_mahal]

Well,the jewel isn't there. It's bound to look less impressive without the light.

[gil_estel]

*Emerges from the other side of the ship holding a hull strip that's been snapped in two in his hands*

*Looks back and forth between the two pieces in his hands.*

:(

[eonwion]

*comes up to you* Hi! *notices your face* Oh... uh...

*confidently*

My daernana got some wood and my daerada brought it over and we're going to use it to fix Vingilot so you don't have to worry. *nods surely*

[gil_estel]

*Ickle smile*

Thank you. Is it beechwood?

[eonwion]

*nods*

She said she had to go back to her notes from way back when.

[gil_estel]

Awww. Yavanna did that for me?

[eonwion]

Uh-huh. :) *shrug* It's what you need to make it the way it was again, right?

*is being very, very, very still until his grandfather tells him it's okay to do something.

[gil_estel]

Yes, but I know how much her trees meana to her. *Is touched, ome*

Right. *notes down some measurements and hands them over to Aulë*

Let's get chopping.

[eonwion]

*takes a seat just nearby*

*watches the action*

[_mahal]

*Sometime and a very large pile of sawdust later*

Are you sure that's all you'll need Ardamirë?

*glances at the list o' repairs* What about the wet-bar?

[gil_estel]

*sighs* No, there's no wet-bar, there never was a wet-bar, there never will be a wet-bar.

[_mahal]

Oh. Well, that's probably for the best. It would be terrible to be drunk in charge of a Silmaril.