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There is a Gorlim--
in the bar
with a Book of -- Poetry
and an iPod

hence the peculiarly
Emily-Dickenson-esque entry
Post.

Come and say
Hello.

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Elrond notes this reactiona dn nods.

"Forgive my reaching to the point, but did Eilinel find you after I spoke with her?"

There is an odd tension to his body and words as he speaks.

"I... I did..." He reaches into his pocket and takes the ring out. "Did you mean to give this to her, my Lord?"

He nods.

"yes I did."

then he draws himself up.

"Gorlim, son of Angrim. Known for many years as the betrayer. I formally and for all time issue yiou he one thing I have that can mean anythign to you. Formal Forgiveness and the restoration of your name. Once mroe, call yourself what you are, Gorlim Elffriend."

Gorlim stares speechlessly.

For rather a long time.

"My Lord, I... I have done nothing to deserve... such an honor," he stammers at last, blinking down at the ring in his shaking hand.

Elrond's face breaks into the verysamllest of smiles.

"The true nature of forgiveness is that one can never do enough to earn it, Gorlim. one can only hope for it, and accept it when it comes. In your name, your fatehr's anme, and the name of your wife and child, accept it, and live as the man you are."

"My Lord--" Gorlim swallows, takes a deep breath, and fingers the ring in his hand. "For the sake of my father and my child, I will accept the forgiveness of your people and remain ever grateful for it. I.. I can offer nothing in return but swear that I shall compose a song in your honor, and try to live so as to deserve what faith you have in me."

"Live as you will, Gorlim. I did not do this to make you do anything. Be as you are and will be. The world and time will judge you. I for one, am doen with such duties."

he smiles slightly yet again.

"Now, tell em of this daughter."

For children are ever the joy of Elves.

"My daughter is Kelly," he says, beginning to warm up a bit due to the subject. He slips the ring onto his finger and holds it to his breast with his eyes half-closed and distant. "She is just over three months old. Living, too. Lord Mandos brought her to us from the moment before her death and bound her soul to the realm of the lviing until she die from natural age or be killed in violence. A natural life, and she will be unBound when she grows older, I think." He looks up at the Elf through glimmering eyes. "She'll be able to find her Home."

And Elrond listens as he recalls his own daughter, so long ago.

"Indeed? Then, when she is of an age, send her to me, an I be here, still, and I will give her my word. With which, an she wish it, she shall have safe passage wheerever my laws and allies still hold sway upon Ea."

Gorlim beams at him.

"You are more generous to me than I can understand, Lord Elrond. And I thank you, for myself and for my family." He pauses, fidgeting. "Would you care to see her?"

he shakes his ehad.

"I am merely as I am."

Then he shakes it again.

"Not tonight I think, but another night, if you will."

Elrond gives Gorlim a bow.

"I hope your evening and Yule will go well, Gorlim."

"I thank you again, my lord," he murmurs, his eyes on the floor and shoulders turned inwards humbly.

Elrond moves away, and shakes his head. Hopefully soemdfay Gorlim will find his own soul's heart.

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