╰ 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 ᵒᶠ 𝙾𝚁𝙲𝚂.
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╰ 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 ᵒᶠ 𝙾𝚁𝙲𝚂.
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〝 𝕸͟𝚢͟ ͟𝖈͟𝖍͟𝖎͟𝖑͟𝖉͟𝖗͟𝖊͟𝖓͟, 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝔚𝔢 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 .ᐟ 〞

“…shelf…green bottle…” He murmured, brow furrowing with concentration as he attempts to keep himself awake by grabbing Adar’s hand.

oh, she’s certain he will. as for the hidden daggers …. no comment. she may seem ungrateful, but she does appreciate his effort to fetch her lemons. the question that remains, however …. can he make lemon cakes?


Elrond’s eyelids fluttered open slowly, glancing at Adar before closing again. He manages enough energy to gesture down the hall, towards the room where the elf lord did most of his healing work. Then his hand drops, weak against his own chest in an attempt to stop the blood.

The elven lord lets out a faint groan, but eyes don’t open as a trembling, blood stained hand searches blindly for a place to rest against Adar’s chest.

He doesn’t remember, which is unfortunate

Unconscious, bleeding heavily from a gaping wound to his chest and looking roughed up.

















