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[findarato]

*sits under a tree, shivering convulsively, taking swigs from a hip flask*

What have I done? What should I do?

Can - can't - can - can't - should - shouldn't - should - shouldn't - should - shouldn't - won't -

I love her - but it felt so right with her. Like coming home

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[artaher]

*approaches quietly*

Finrod?

[findarato]

Shit. *waves an uscil for emphasis* I let that little troll push me round all the time 'oops, I slept with fuckbrained Golfin and really liked it. Time to shag now?'

*makes an inarticulate noise of misery* Not that I'm any better. Kissing Nellas was nice ... familiar. Definite sparkage there.

Who?

[artaher]

Ack, yes, fair enough on that one...

This Nellas chick, remind me? Doriath, is it?

Aredhel. *cringes*

[findarato]

Yeah. Cute, sweet, lightning-fast brain. Likes poetry. *groans and sinks his head in his hands, narrowly missing singeing his eyebrows*

Oh. Fucking Mandos. You poor bugger.

[artaher]

*plucks the uscil from your fingers and takes a drag* She sounds perfect. For you.

Thank you. Nice to have a little sympathy.

[findarato]

Yeah. I was sitting there, and suddenly it was just right. And perhaps I could fall in love with her. Perhaps all too easily.

I'm hardly in a position to yell and preach, am I? And at least Aredhel isn't one of Feanor's brood, or we'd be running for the hills.

[artaher]

Falling in love easily? Does that happen in real life??

Ack. Fair point.

[findarato]

Not easy to experience, but easy for it to happen.

Tell me, Orodreth - do you see Amarie and me together? Do you think we can ever work, ever have anything in common?

[artaher]

Love isn't what you have in common, even I know that, Finrod. Love is what she makes you feel, how much you think about her, how much you want her.

Love...*thinks* Love is being utterly honest with each other and still accepting one another...

*remembers own experience bitterly* It's not pushing someone away because of your own issues.

[findarato]

Aredhel?

[artaher]

Got it in one.

[findarato]

You were... Fucking Mandos.

We need to get seriously drunk.

[artaher]

That's the most sensible thing I've heard all week.

[findarato]

I think the pub's been taken over by people who're actually happy. Crazy bastards.

[artaher]

Psh. Let's just raid Ada's wine cellar. Much more civilised.

[findarato]

There's that nice red he keeps for special occasions and to throw at Uncle Fingolfin.