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[artaher]

*finds way back to Tirion carrying Aredhel*

*heads straight to House of Fingolfin*

*pounds on the door*

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[golfin]

*leaves Anairë, grumbling about the help being overpaid*

*opens the door* Oreo. Tiny glue girl who I still need to kill.

...

Aredhel?

[artaher]

I don't know what's wrong with her, she fainted by the river, Fin was with her...

*looks pretty frantic*

[golfin]

*nods*

*shouts at servants*

YOU! AND YOU! TAKE HER UP TO HER ROOM. YOU! CALL THE HEALER. CALL ALL THE ERUDAMNED HEALERS. THE CITY HEALERS, NOT THOSE FUCKING FREELANCERS. YOU! GET ANAIRE. YOU! GET THE KID SOME WATER SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE'S GOING TO PASS OUT AND THAT'S NOT HAPPENING TODAY.

AND WHERE THE FUCK IS GLORWHATEVER?

[artaher]

*hands over Aredhel to a servant and sinks to the ground, utterly wrecked*