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[gil_estel]

*Awakes in the Gardens of Lorien, feeling decidedly less pain-wracked than he has in recent days.*

*Settles back down on his bed and sighs contentedly as he hears the soft strains of the Venus flytraps singing four-part harmony in the distance.*

*sits up suddenly and panics* The Silmaril! Where is it!?

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[gentle_este]

*Makes her presence known in your mind.*

It's with me, it's safe, relax.

[gil_estel]

*lies back down*

I am relaxed. ¬_¬

[gentle_este]

No you weren't, I could sense your panic from all the way over here.

[gil_estel]

Where's "here"?