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(crash landing)
Mar. 17th, 2014 11:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nolfinAi, dear Ulmo, what's happened? *sitting on the ground, rubbing his head with both hands, before looking around and trying to get his bearings* Such a splitting headache. Everything shook for a moment and now... and now?
*rises* Is this not Gondolin still? But everything... Eru... this is not right.
*checks himself finding his sword, knitting needles, a book on Telerin-style child-rearing (which he'd been planning to lend to Fingon), and a pouch of gold*
Where is my wife? My sons, even. *under his breath* Varda, I swear if this is because I said your entire paper is a lie I will hunt you down.
Well, I suppose I should try to find -someone- familiar and figure out what in Eru's song is going on.
*rises* Is this not Gondolin still? But everything... Eru... this is not right.
*checks himself finding his sword, knitting needles, a book on Telerin-style child-rearing (which he'd been planning to lend to Fingon), and a pouch of gold*
Where is my wife? My sons, even. *under his breath* Varda, I swear if this is because I said your entire paper is a lie I will hunt you down.
Well, I suppose I should try to find -someone- familiar and figure out what in Eru's song is going on.
