*feels slightly better, if still feverish and tired*
*is starving though*
*orders some breakfast and a copy of the morning paper* *has missed getting all the good gossip while she's been sick*
*smiles when her hot, delicious breakfast arrives with the paper neatly folded on the tray*
*unfolds the paper and reads the headline*
*frowns, puts the paper down, and pushes the tray away*
I'm not that hungry anymore.
Current Mood:
nauseated
Tags:
thingol, luthien
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