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Date: 2016-05-01 04:03 am (UTC)
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Okay! I'll meet you there? I know the way!

{Uil does too! She can run and wiggle her way to the beach from anywhere in the city.}

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Date: 2016-05-01 04:23 am (UTC)
brightseastar: <user name="yalumesse" site="insanejournal.com"> (⚓ kind)
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{Eärendil is barefoot on the sand, his golden hair gathered in a little ponytail. Uil races around his feet until he throws a ball for her to fetch.}

Remember, bring it back!

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Date: 2016-05-01 04:30 am (UTC)
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Uncle Fingon! {He races towards the older Elf, kicking up sand in his enthusiasm.} Uil, he made it!

{The puppy howls and runs back, carrying...

Seaweed. Not her ball.}


No, Uil!

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Date: 2016-05-01 05:18 am (UTC)
brightseastar: (⚓ sea star)
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She chews on it all the time! {Eärendil sounds affectionately flustered. He slips his arms around Fingon's neck, snuggling in close.}

Me too! How are you? How is Lord Maedhros?

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Date: 2016-05-01 05:25 am (UTC)
brightseastar: <user name="yalumesse" site="insanejournal.com"> (⚓ listen)
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{He smiles in delight, cheeks coloring. It's very difficult for any little Elf not to look up to someone like Maedhros.}

I was afraid I made him uncomfortable. {There are no bandages for internal scars.} Uil sat in his lap.

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Date: 2016-05-01 05:45 am (UTC)
brightseastar: <user name="yalumesse" site="insanejournal.com"> (⚓ quiet)
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I know. Grandfather was mad. {Yet Eärendil isn't apologizing. He kisses Fingon's cheek as he is set down. Uil whines and bounces for a hug too.}

Uil is a good hugger.

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Date: 2016-05-01 06:27 am (UTC)
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I remind him of Mama. {And Mama is very special. He can't blame Turgon for having a soft spot for Idril.} Uil, can you smile?

{The puppy perks up, tilts her head and gives Fingon a very bright smile. Eärendil giggles.}

Good girl! Now kisses! {Uil licks Fingon's cheek happily, tail wagging.}

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Date: 2016-05-02 12:46 am (UTC)
brightseastar: <user name="yalumesse" site="insanejournal.com"> (⚓ kind)
From: [personal profile] brightseastar
She still is, Uncle! She's in Arvernien. {Which gives him some comfort. It is a pretty city.

Uil wiggles, whining in her throat. She wants to play! Once she is set down, she darts off across the beach and finds her ball, bringing it back.}


She likes games. Almost as much as food!

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Date: 2016-05-03 05:50 am (UTC)
brightseastar: <user name="yalumesse" site="insanejournal.com"> (⚓ gold)
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She is very happy with Papa. {Eärendil loves just being around his parents. They are two halves of one whole and their people love them. But not as much as he loves them!}

Mama is worried about Papa getting old, though.

{Uil bounces and picks up the ball, holding it up proudly as she prances back.}

She was living on the beach.

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