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[silver_queen]

Celebrian drummed her fingers impatiently on the cover of her book. The light outside the window was fading fast to the mellow shades of the evening, gilding every leaf of the trees, and an air of expectancy hung over Aman. She alone felt that there was nothing to be particularly enraptured over tonight. It would be merely another of the slow,

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[findarato]

*looks up sheepishly from his examination of his battered arm*

Uh ... mae govannen, Celebrian.

[silver_queen]

*crosses her arms, looking remarkably like her mother*

Uncle Fin, why do you look like you've been run over by the entire city of Gondor?

[findarato]

There was ... there was a wolf. I went ... I went to prove that I was neither a slave to fear nor to death. I went...

[silver_queen]

For Amarie?

*laughs softly and kindly*

There are those among the wisest who have committed more foolish deeds for love and honour.