❅ Seven (Video)

[stonebird]

(It has been some time - see: years - since she celebrated her birthday, but since she has a chance, she wonders if she should take it. She lights a candle beside her, sitting at a simple vanity.)

Are naming days important to you? If so, how do you make them special?

(She picks up a brush and slowly releases her hair from its braids.)

I think I will be nineteen in May. (It had taken some time for her to determine an appropriate month - the days are counted/reckoned differently in Westeros - and May had seemed the most fitting.) I never thought I would reach such an age and remain an independent woman. I would not mind falling in love and I cannot lie that I would cherish children, but I am proud of what I have overcome and accomplished.

(Setting the brush down, she lifts a small bottle of perfume and spritzes her wrists and her neck.)

I am a child of Summer, yet Winter is part of me. I will do what I must to survive and no man will ever use me again.

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[stonebird]

(She gives him a curious look as she heats the tea.)

What favor? Besides destroying one of your world's greatest enemies.

[bythewaves]

That, obviously. But in so doing, he avenged my nephew, and freed both my foster-son and my cousin to return home.

[stonebird]

He might meet them. They could be friends. (The teapot is brought back and she pours them fresh cups of the brew.) Then they can find a way to retrieve you.

[bythewaves]

Well, Elrond and Galadriel he already knows - although I doubt he will see it that way! But Celebrimbor... I hope so.

[stonebird]

They will see to his happiness, I'm sure. (She sees how that last part was avoided!) And yours.

[bythewaves]

I am Exile, little niece.

[ He says softly ]

There is no road home for me.