*is unconscious and half dead, but apparently has no clue about this, being, well, unconscious and half dead*

*presumes a little on off-stage past acquaintance and calls on Yavanna with a question*

[EDIT] I think this is good news for you. :)

*strolls into the café and notices this cosy little group*

*doesn't intrude, sits across the room sipping a café au lait*

*is out walking, seeing more new additions to Tirion, including the temple*

*recognizes the style immediately* :S

*spends some time wandering around aimlessly, trying make sense of his feelings*

*finally settles down on a bench in the park with his head in his hands*

*comes out of his stupor eventually, alone and shivering*

*can see by the light of the moon that his clothes are nowhere to be seen* :S

*tries to make his way back to town inconspicuously*

*feels incredibly uneasy*

*spends most of the day arguing inwardly and pacing*

*finds himself at a meadow at nightfall, not entirely certain how he even got there* :S

*sits in the café, sipping a cappucino*

*idly wonders which one of Pharazôn's supporters will accost him next* :S

*wants to get back to his elf-loving, damnit*

*strolls around, reacquainting himself with Tirion*

*spots a shiny new building*

*enters*

*admires the artwork*