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Old 04-09-2011, 08:32 AM   #168
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Amdír had taken the day off, but that didn't mean that he wasn't working on Brinn's crutches. For years, ever since he'd first started as a carpenter in Minas Tirith, when he moved his family to the city after the war, Amdír had found solace in troubled moments by spending time alone, working on some small project with his hands. Were his wife still alive, she would have said this habit went back much further, for she remembered the early years of their marriage when he would retreat to the stables, and she would find him there whittling something out of a block of wood if there was nothing that needed fixing.

No longer employed by the Master of Revels, Amdír did not resort to the King's storehouse for the lumber he needed, but since any good carpenter tends to hoard leftover scraps of wood, he did not feel the absence.

Amdír was glad Rollan had given Coldan advice, because he was not sure he had any. His own dear wife had sought him as much--even more--than he had sought her, and even watching his own children wed had not given him much insight into the mysteries of winning another's love. Asta could be a hard woman to read at the best of times, and Amdír's private consideration was that Coldan might have done better to pine for a less... temperamental? stubborn? woman. But love was fickle that way, and one brother's sweetheart baffled the other.

It was pleasant to think of young lovers and their problems after a vexing morning. Even though Amdír was not troubled about his livelihood, he was unsettled by Cirdacil's actions, and was glad to seek solace in the steady labour of his hands and the methodical, untroubled musings about the younger generation's joys and woes.

As evening drew near, he had finished the crutches. They were a little long, but he would wait to measure them against Brinn before cutting off the excess and shodding them in leather.
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