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Dec. 27th, 2021 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starrydomeHe is restless, the Lord of Rivendell. There is a heaviness in the air, an unease spreading through the trees and in the water.
The world is holding its breath it seems and every little thing seems heavy and full of meaning.
He is relieved when he opens the door to his study and finds himself in Milliways.
He heads first outside, to the shooting range, to see if the cold air and having to focus completely on a physical task, will have an effect, having borrowed a bow and a quiver from Bar.
Later, he sits at the fireplace, with a cup of mulled wine.
Later still, wrapped up against the cold, he stands in the porch, watching the unknown stars.
{I had to - post and run}
The world is holding its breath it seems and every little thing seems heavy and full of meaning.
He is relieved when he opens the door to his study and finds himself in Milliways.
He heads first outside, to the shooting range, to see if the cold air and having to focus completely on a physical task, will have an effect, having borrowed a bow and a quiver from Bar.
Later, he sits at the fireplace, with a cup of mulled wine.
Later still, wrapped up against the cold, he stands in the porch, watching the unknown stars.
{I had to - post and run}
