❅ Eleven (Text)

[stonebird]

I have a delicate matter I need to discuss with a lady; preferably one who comes from a modern era. (Since her era has been called "medieval" more than once. Surely humanity has progressed in this...?)

I thank you in advance for your time. I would also like to -

(This is more difficult.)

A great Elf has left us. He was very dear to me and I will miss him for the rest of my life.

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[puzzlingly]

Curufin...

「There are no words to describe how sorry he is about his loss. They have talked about it after all, so, all that Atem can do for now is give his friend the most sympathetic glance he possibly can. Losing a parent is never easy, but losing a son... Life is not meant to be that way.」

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[so_dark_a_road]

Atem!

[ Atem's threadjack and his sympathy are very welcome. They have indeed spoken of this very event, before the fact. Curufin had had an intimation of Cel's departure and hadn't wanted to recognize it for what it was. Now he knows that his intuition was accurate. ]

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[puzzlingly]

Are you... 「Okay?」 Hmm, Sansa asked if I should make it there, but I don't want to intrude into you and your family's grieving.

「In short, can he still go? He'd like to help somehow.」

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[so_dark_a_road]

I'm. . . [ Deep sigh, and then he sucks his breath in again. ] I'm holding up as best I can. I'm not the only one grieving in my family, and I have to stay strong for them.

Of course you can come! You are a friend, you'd be welcome.

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[puzzlingly]

「He gives him a little nod.」

I'll be there soon.

「Soon enough anyway.」

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[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin gives him a smile. ]

I'll see you soon, then.