#hrghhgh i hate. sentences. and phrases. and trying to get these really cool scraps to work together in a remotely coherent manner
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aran-morinorea · 1 month ago
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!!!!! Nan-Euclidean Non Elmoth please! What's my special little guy doing to goldilocks!
While Laurefindelë casually boils alive about that, Maeglin takes three steps past him and - opens a window. A window in a wall Laurefindelë went over about twelve times trying to see if there was an exit he’d missed. He knows the shape of the picture frames that hang there quite well.
How did he not notice a window there?
He doesn’t ask. Maeglin will probably see the question regardless, and explain or not as pleases him.
Maeglin comes back over and sits directly next to Laurefindelë at the foot of the bed. His false smile is lit softly with what little reaches in through the trees outside and dappled with lantern-light. He cocks his head and just says, “Well, it wasn’t there before.”
Oh. Like the door. Of course. Laurefindelë should stop expecting things to make sense around here.
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