Marriage: Gone. :(

Feelings of Self-worth: Also gone. :(

Niece: V. Sad. :((

Cousin: Also V. Sad

To Do:
- Find a way to be less sad. :(

Ai, what ills I have done...

*weeps*

*gutteral scream of pain*

*wanders out to a hillside on the edge of Tirion*

*has no idea what to tell Celebrían*

The truth, you fool, she at least deserves that...

*holds head in hands*

...ai, but not the heartbreak of it.

*feels like the wind has been knocked out of him*

Fine. Drinking it is.

*grabs the flask of brandy*

*goes out, doesn't care where*

Hmm. Apparently bachelors in Tirion should be shagging and drinking.

*wonders if Aragorn would mind me taking a flask of brandy even though the bar is closed*

[EDIT: Done. Now what?]

[EDIT 2: Yes, I think devastating just about covers it. ;_;

*strolls through Tirion*

*watches the people as he walks by*

*almost feels cheerful*

Sleeping alone was never so difficult..

*tosses and turns*

...that's because it was never by choice, you fool. *sighs*

*feels a cool wind in the air, reminding him that iavas soon approaches*

*meanders through Tirion, hands stuffed in his pockets*

*turns up his collar a bit against the wind*

Awake in the early hours of the morning, he cannot sleep. Celeborn sits on the edge of the bed, contemplating. His wife is sound asleep next to him, peacefully unaware.

"For appearances sake..." he thinks to himself. "But it is she whom you love above all else, why should this vex you?"

Finally he rises and composes a short note:It seems I ( Read more... )

*browses through Narf's library*

*finds a book to get absorbed in*

*is vaguely aware of some wedding-related commotion in the house*

Hmm. Ah well. *reads*