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[gil_estel]

*Feels strange. Very strange.*

*Like a hallowed, white ship cried out in terror, and was suddenly silenced...*

*Fears something terrible has happened.*

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[aranwion]

*arrives in Lorien via eagle*

How's it hangin', Li'l 'Rendil-dude? :/ :D

[gil_estel]

*Manages a weak smile* Voronwë. Good of you to come.

I was feeling better earlier but now I'm a little out of sorts but that could be the prune juice.

[aranwion]

*falters* Oh, yeah? Tough break, dude. I could come back later or never...

[gil_estel]

No, no, not after you've come all this way. I'll be all right.

*sits down on a bench under a bower, away from the noise of the flytraps.*