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10/08/2007 18:05:00
[info]frostyelenwe
*leaves Gondolin as quickly as possible, using a great deal of energy to maintain her composure and keep her dignity intact*

*arrives in Hithlum after a short three day stop at a Bed and Breakfast along the way to cry recuperate relax*

*is making her way to the palace when the skies above are darkened*

*only has a moment to think "this is not good" before being knocked unconscious and buried in the rubble*

Current Mood: pessimistic
Tags: fingolfin, elenwe

 
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From: [info] Date: 10/08/2007 20:39:27  

*waits for what appears to be a lull in the attacks to march with his trusty shotgun through the city on what his son has assured him (in order to get him out of his hair) is "the road to Doriath", but what is really a street circling the city's perimeter*

*collects the rowdier denizens of town along the way and aims his shotgun carefully into the sky whenever he thinks he hears "somethin' funny"*

C'mon, boys. Dig these good folks out. Drink some whiskey for the dead ones and give the rest a pistol or a pitchfork. We're whuppin' some Sinda posterior today!
From: [info]frostyelenwe Date: 10/09/2007 10:00:40  

*comes to as she is carefully removed from the wreckage*

*sits up and winces at the excruciating pain in her arm*

*...is that a bone?*

*looks around*

Where am I? Who am I?
From: [info] Date: 10/09/2007 10:08:55  

*thinks there's something vaguely familiar about you*

*eventually comes to it via process of elimination*

What're you doing this far from home, *mumble*-wë? honey? *hands off his shotgun to a follower and lifts you into his arms* Turukáno will be worried or upset or something.
From: [info]frostyelenwe Date: 10/09/2007 10:12:24  

*watches you in detached bewilderment*

*shakes her head* *confused* Turu--- Turukáno? Is that a friend of yours? I'm sorry, I don't think I know him.
From: [info] Date: 10/09/2007 10:25:54  

*conversationally* Turvo is my boy and I, King-for-now Ñolofinwë, am getting your pretty little posterior inside before the illegitimates start with the bombs again. *glances again at the sky significantly*

*appears to have come back around to Fingon's complex somehow...?*

*carries you inside and dumps you in the first empty bed he finds* *(which happens to be Fingon's)*
From: [info]frostyelenwe Date: 10/09/2007 10:30:55  

Um... okay? Th--thank you so much for your help... King?

*settles in the bed and clutches her arm*

You wouldn't happen to know my name, would you?
From: [info] Date: 10/09/2007 10:38:49  

Not a problem, honey. *tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear*

*feels his new aide (some guy Fingon's cooks are always kicking out of the warm kitchen doorway) pulling on his sleeve and looks around* Speak up, Cleatus. I can't hear an intercoursing word you're saying. ... Doctor? Oh. That sounds good. Get her one of those.

You wouldn't happen to know my name, would you?

*rubs his chin thoughtfully* Now honey, if anybody'd know it, it's probably...oh, you just said you don't. Well, it's definitely something with a -wë. I'll get somebody right on it.
From: [info]frostyelenwe Date: 10/09/2007 10:43:07  

definitely something with a -wë

Oh. That's... good to know. *is now way more confused than ever* *doesn't want to be rude, though!* Thank you! Thank you for all your help.
From: [info] Date: 10/09/2007 10:54:19  

*winks at you* Anytime. And I do mean "anytime".

*pensively, sort of* I'll tell the kid his sister-in-law's about, Wë. Uh. Assuming he hasn't been bombed to excrement yet. That'd be a cursed shame.

*leaves*
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