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[sael_nerdanel]

Námo had called to her last night.

He'd told her what had happened.

Now there is a red-eyed Elf curled up on a sofa, her grey gaze searching every passing person for a hint of where her son has been whisked off to.

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[asar_suti]

"Nerdanel?"

There was somebody slightly purple coming up to her.

[sael_nerdanel]

And she is in his arms, crying all over again.

Mumbling... something... about Feaho.

[asar_suti]

"Nerdanel," he murmured, throwing his arms around her and hugging her close, "my dear Nerdanel, my friend, my lovely Red - what about Feahelce?"

[sael_nerdanel]

"Melkor traded him to some bar patron!" she cries at him, both angry and desperate. "Mandos tried to make him tell him who, but Melkor refused. And because Mandos beat him, Faramir locked him into the cells."

[vs_nuggan]

A little hand touches her shoulder.

Judging by the dribble, it's probably the baby's.

[sael_nerdanel]

She looks up, hopeful, and then downcast.

"Hello, Jack," she says quietly.

[vs_nuggan]

Jack, who has somewhat grown out of his icons due to the mun's lack of scanner, looks around three months old. A second hand joins the baby's.

"Hello. Are you all right?"

[sael_nerdanel]

She shakes her head, hiding behind her hair.

"Feaho's uncle traded him to a bar patron, and we don't know who in order to get him back."