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Post by Nimmir on Jul 11, 2005 11:25:19 GMT -5
Glauron sighed and handed the sheath to Elrond. "It's done," he whispered, feeling slightly put out. Alagos was standing next to his father, his hair dark, but littered with strawberry blonde strands. Having a little red from Nimmir and his own mother. Laur was still dark, but her face looked like her mothers(as did Alagos's they were still identical), and with silver streaks littering her dark hair. Glauron didn't know where either of them where.
"I thank you," Elrond said, a soft smile one his lips. Everyone in Rivendell knew how hard it would be when Glauron reforged the sword. It wasn't easy to do, and it felt like there was a gapping whole in his chest.
"You're welcome," he bowed, and Alagos along with him. Both left silently. After walking, he looked to his son.
"Lets find your mother."
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 11, 2005 19:54:13 GMT -5
Ithilwen was, in fact, at her favorite spot -- in their gardens, by their new fountain. "Glauron!" she cried when she saw him.
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Post by Nimmir on Jul 11, 2005 21:58:51 GMT -5
He sighed and looked up. He gave a weak smile. "How are you Moonlight?" he whispered. Alagos grimcred at his parent's pet names for one another. He was still at the age where girls had cooties.
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 11, 2005 22:25:04 GMT -5
Ithilwen smiled, then saw her husband's expression. "What's wrong?" she asked. "You look tired!"
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Post by Nimmir on Jul 11, 2005 22:25:51 GMT -5
"Just a big job," he whispered and looked to his son. "Why don't you tell your mother," he whispered. "You were a big help today..."
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 11, 2005 22:27:41 GMT -5
Ithilwen looked at her son, proud. "What did you do today, Agalos?" she asked.
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Post by Nimmir on Jul 11, 2005 22:32:56 GMT -5
He looked down and sighed. "We fixed the Kingsword today, Mother," he whispered. Nimmir walked into the garden. Her son beside her.
Naru had taken after his mother in more ways than one. Flaming red hair, but his eyes were red, like his... father's. He was tall and slender, looking more female than male sometimes, but still beautiful like an elf. He wore a sword on his back, having taken up fighting, as well as pipes on his waist. Nimmir blinked, stunned at her nephew.
"You did what?" she looked at her brother, shocked. They couldn't be leaving!
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 11, 2005 22:34:59 GMT -5
Ithilwen sat up taller. She dropped the sewing she had been working on, heedless of where it may drop. "Glauron, have you reforged Narsil?" she asked, breathless with excitement.
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Post by Nimmir on Jul 11, 2005 22:38:29 GMT -5
"As m'lord commanded," he said with a nod, looking down at her, and kneeling in front of her.
The two young elves were glaring at one another. They didn't tend to get along very well, though Naru and Laur did.
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 11, 2005 22:40:21 GMT -5
Ithilwen watched her husband, heedless to her son and Naru. "Glauron, what does this mean?"
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Post by Nimmir on Jul 11, 2005 22:42:34 GMT -5
"It means we can do what we like," he whispered. "We can leave..." Nimmir looked away shaking gently, not noticeing her son. "We can stay," he added, feeling Nimmir's mood. "Anything, we can do anything."
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 11, 2005 22:43:34 GMT -5
Ithilwen looked up at him for a moment, stunned. Then, with a sudden whoop, she jumped up to embrace him. "Oh, Glauron, how wonderful!" she cried, kissing him.
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Post by Nimmir on Jul 11, 2005 22:45:26 GMT -5
He kissed her back and held her close. "It's up to you love," he whispered and hugged her.
"Have fun in Valinor," Naru growled at his cousin.
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 11, 2005 22:46:45 GMT -5
Ithilwen looked at Glauron, shocked. "No, it's not up to me!" she said. "It's up to both of us, together!" She watched her son, make faces at Naru. "Agalos, stop it!" she said, switching from wife to mother and back to wife with ease. "What do you want, Glauron?"
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Post by Nimmir on Jul 11, 2005 22:49:40 GMT -5
"To stay for a little while," he whispered. "I want to know what becomes of our home before we leave it..." he moved hair from her face and sighed. Nimmir nodded and looked to her son.
"Behave," she whispered.
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