*sits in the garden, hearing the peaceful sounds of nature around her*

*takes a deep breath of the fresh air*

*sits back against one of the flowering trees, utterly content*

Ai, not both my brothers... :0 I so do not understand you two. After spending all that time in the Misty Mountains you'd think Aman would be a piece of cake.

Estel! Help him!

*frets more*

My brother, oh my dear Eru...

*frets*

*stomach twists with anxiety*

*wanders out into Eärwen's garden*

*wraps a shawl around her shoulders against the breeze*

*smiles a little to herself, wondering where you are*

*as memories bring another smile to her face, she walks softly through the garden, singing all the while*

*wakes up, rubs eyes*

Dear Eru, what a night.

o_0 By the Valar I swear I will never ever ever give gran-nana a drink again...

Why hello there. Aren't you sweet. :)

(Okay, so maybe that was a a bad idea)

*waits for the hunters to return*

*sleeps comfortably on the heap of pillows*

*snores softly*

Honey, shouldn't you know better than to go picking fights with Istari?

*hic*

Oh my, that miruvor is lovely, lovely stuff. :D

Um. I'll get mad at you when you're back from hunting and I've sobered up.

*throws another pillow* :D

*sighs contentedly*

*watches Aragorn sleep beside me*

*feels the blissful peace of Aman*

:) :) :) :) :)

*happily finds self in Aman*

*grabs Estel's hand and runs off, giggling*