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[jack_inthegreen]

Jack sits in one of the chairs by the fireplace, singing to his daughter in a language long gone. The words would seem familiar, though: all lullabies, are their core, are about the same thing.

Love you, precious child. Love you.

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[jack_inthegreen]

Jack doesn't judge. He's lived too long for that.

"Our daughters know more about each other than we do," he says and holds out his hand. "I'm called Jack Green."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He pauses, hesitates, but takes his hand at last.

"Gorlim, son of Angrim, of the House of Beor," he says quietly.

[jack_inthegreen]

There is recognition in Jack's face, and then he smiles and nods. "Pleased to meet you."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"And you, sir," he replies, relaxing a little. He's never sure when someone's going to recognize his name and decide to try to hunt him down.

[jack_inthegreen]

"How do you find Milliways?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He tilts his head a little, seeming almost birdlike.

"It's what it is. I died and ended up here. It's how things are."

[jack_inthegreen]

"Very stoic of you," Jack observes.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"You caught me in a good mood."

He's a good little angstpuppet when the situation calls for it.

"It's hard to regret as much when I'm holding hope itself in my arms." He grins at his little grey-eyed daughter.

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack nods. "It's hard to regret anything when you're holding them, isn't it? And they're so small and full of potential."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"They are," he agrees. "And my little one will be unBound when she's older, I think. She'll be able to travel, to leave here. She's alive." He lifts her up above his head, making her chirp happily.

[jack_inthegreen]

"Very much so," Jack says quietly, watching Kelly play.