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@oflucidmoon [ meme ]
Walking to the gardens with a book in hand was usually uneventful.
But not so today when the lord decided to take his rest after the evening meal. For years he had been nursing his grief by himself, and took to plunge his soul into duty and governance, hardly having any time ⎛or mood⎠ to visit the calming fields.
He was lost in thought when he felt something hit the back of his thigh. Turning and looking down, it was a shoe, and he looked to his assailant.
❝A—Arwen!❞ He exclaimed, light returning to his eyes. ❝Pray tell, what has become of you? And my robes!❞ He dramatically checked his clothing, brushing off imaginary dust











