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[belegstrongbow]

Beleg wanders into Moria, his wicker lamp held high. He hears distant singing, and wanders in the direction of it. He comes upon Lalaith, beautiful, yet incredibly sad, holding up a piece of jet black obsidian.

Lalaith? Hello. It is I.

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[lalaith_sadness]

*looks up*

Oh...

What are you doing here? I thought you were going with Daddy and Túrin to fight the dragon...

[belegstrongbow]

Glaurung has flown away south, after Tolkien called the Valar in to help. Strange times these are, when gods appear with watering cans -- anyways. I am passing through here on my way to Moria, although right now I am wondering more how you are doing.

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[lalaith_sadness]

I'm okay. I like it here.

... it's so quiet.

[belegstrongbow]

It is, that. The silence is welcome after so much activity upon the surface.

So, fair one. What drives you here, to dwell amidst the dark? I admit I only know as much about you as your brother would say; the tragedy of his youth being so close to his heart.