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Day 330: A flower of the seaward vales
Mar. 11th, 2008 09:48 pm*glares at stupid low-grade headache that refuses to go away*
Day 330
as part of the Things as they were in all the days of my life series.
A flower of the seaward vales
Denethor tiptoed into the darkened room and signalled the nurse to leave.
Moistening a cloth in chilled water, he pressed it to his wife’s forehead. Finduilas stirred and opened her eyes, squinting at him despite the dim light.
"Husband?"
Denethor stroked the damp, dark hair back from her temples, "Has it eased?"
"A little, I think." She began to sit up. "I must make ready...." She let out a pained gasp and fell back against the pillow.
"Hush." Denethor leaned down and kissed her cheek. "We will do well enough with out you. Sleep and be well upon the morrow!"
Day 330
as part of the Things as they were in all the days of my life series.A flower of the seaward vales
Denethor tiptoed into the darkened room and signalled the nurse to leave.
Moistening a cloth in chilled water, he pressed it to his wife’s forehead. Finduilas stirred and opened her eyes, squinting at him despite the dim light.
"Husband?"
Denethor stroked the damp, dark hair back from her temples, "Has it eased?"
"A little, I think." She began to sit up. "I must make ready...." She let out a pained gasp and fell back against the pillow.
"Hush." Denethor leaned down and kissed her cheek. "We will do well enough with out you. Sleep and be well upon the morrow!"
