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_lindir_ @ 07:08 pm: :(
Having heard about the planned expedition, Lindir needs time to gather his thoughts. He's to be sent across the mountains, away from all his friends and loved ones, in a horribly uncertain and dangerous time.

He goes down to the Bruinen and sits on a bough overlooking the water, disconsolately kicking bits of wet snow into the river. Eventually and predictably, he starts singing. A lament.

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Date:November 20th, 2004 01:25 pm (UTC)
Elrond was rather sure he had a great deal of unattended business to see to. He would be without his aide in two days, he had to plan the defence of Imladris - and the dunedain had so far not made an appearance, meaning he'd depend on his own scouts to search for trouble abroad. Scouts that were already out, studying the road to Mirkwood.

But just as he was gathering the inner fortitude to deal with all those troublesome matters, he ehars a sad ellegy ringing in the air. Trying to decide whether such thing was significant to the new quest, and indeed whether if he is not being led astray by inconsequentialities whilst so much needs his attention, Elrond immediately heads toward the source of the sad notes.

Why you are mourning, my friend? He asks quietly, when the music fades at last.

So very sorry for not replying later. I am the lowest form of life on earth. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
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