As he closed the door, he clasped his head in his hands. It was all he could do not to smash something, most unelf-like.
Damn that Findereg!
He lay down on his bed and tried to relax, but questions kept running through his mind.
Did she like the kiss? Would she have come with me?
After at least an hour of tossing and turning, he rose and quietly opened the door. He moved down the passageway to Aenara and Youlielle's door and tapped gently.
What would he say? What would she say?
He waited and even knocked again, but no response was forthcoming. He eventually gave up and returned to his room, where he spent a restless night.
[ March 11, 2003: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]
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