Menelduliniel wandered into the forest and sat cursing, crying, and muttering to herself in a very un-Elfish manner...
After some time, she got bored with all of this, and she came back into the room quietly. Estelarion gestured to her, but she ignored him, still grumpy. She quietly went back to a log by the fire and the kettle, and sat there, staring into the fire, blinking back her remaining tears...
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Estelarion lay on his back, and slept with his eyes open, as was common for Elves to do. He tried to find a way to lay that did not hurt where Menelduliniel kicked him, but finally gave up. He saw her come back in, and sat up and motioned to her. She looked hard at him, then ignored his gesture and went across the room.
"A, women..." Estelarion muttered to himself, "Who can understand them?"
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