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It still seems strange, a room set aside for physical activities. But it is wet and cold and windy outside and the last few days have been long and quiet and filled with thoughts of what might have been.
So Elrond is here, dressed in soft pants and a sleeveless tunic. His feet bare, his hair braided.
He stands in the middle of the room. Still. Quiet.
Then he moves.
A high kick, a twist, a punch, a fall, a roll, a defensive circle.
Still.
Quiet.
So Elrond is here, dressed in soft pants and a sleeveless tunic. His feet bare, his hair braided.
He stands in the middle of the room. Still. Quiet.
Then he moves.
A high kick, a twist, a punch, a fall, a roll, a defensive circle.
Still.
Quiet.