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[_finduilas]

*no longer gives a damn about bears*

*finishes causing severe damage and limbless/headlessness to a few dummies*

*goes to the barn, climbs into the loft, and curls up in the hay*

*has no intention of leaving there ever*

...

*cries*

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[turco]

*is in the garden of the House of Feanor, merrily practising his knife throwing in preparation for the day he finds the fucker who whomped him*

*feels uneasy all of a sudden*

Fin? You all right?

[_finduilas]

*sobs*

Are... Aredhel's dead...

*shakes hard*

[turco]

...

*blood runs cold*

Where are you?

[_finduilas]

*wheezes*

Barn. Loft. Hay.