*wakes up in the morning feeling rested but a little guilty about being so standoffish with someone who clearly loves him and has missed him sorely*
*thinks it might be nice for her if she knew he wasn't opposed to getting to know her again*
*pads down to the kitchens in his bare feet and nightclothes and looking handsomely disheveled and arranges some fruit and pastries and tea things on a tray*
*takes his offering back to the east wing and knocks hesitantly on the door to Níniel's quarters*
Current Mood:
calm
Tags:
turin, nienor
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