"What do you mean!? Sad that you didn't die?" Ani Dao put a reasurring hand on Nevlhachien's arm. "What terrible thing has befallen you that you wish death to take you away? I've heard Mandos' halls are not as luxurious as those in Rivendell." Ani Dao meant it as a joke, but it was ill-recieved by the lamenting, golden-haired elf. "Please, if there is anything I can do ..." Tears caught in Nevlhachien's throat prevented her from replying.
"Me too, is there anything?" Sofiya put her hand under Nevlhachien's chind and lifted it to dry her tears with a beautifully embroidered handkerchief. "Come, come now. Tell us won't you? We will listen."
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"They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say, 'Sh*t, it's raining!'" -- Ruby, Cold Mountain
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