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WHO: Haldir, and Whoever!
WHAT: Haldir has drug 4 large trees from sundermount, and is now vigorously chopping wood outside the mages tower without a shirt.
WHEN: Wintermarch
WHERE: Kirkwall - Gallows specifically
NOTES: For some UNKNOWN REASON Haldir feels super energetic, and he promised a lovely lady some wood /waggles eybrows

Over the space of a few days, Haldir’s attitude and outlook on life had changed drastically. Although he lacked a purpose in his new place of residence, it didn’t seem bother him as it did before. After a delightful, and very eventful day with Ellana, he felt an overwhelming need to make sure she had everything she needed. She had mentioned that having a well stocked supply of wood was always sought after, so it was a place to start. So, after a quick and very awkward chat with the Quartermaster, he borrowed an ax and ran off toward a wooded area he discovered in his roaming.

He chopped down four sizable trees, and then proceeded to drag them from the wood all the way to the Mages Tower. He thought it would take quite a lot longer, but he felt his old strength and vigor return, which made it possible to drag two trees at once, rather than just one at a time. Night passed, and the exercise felt rather good. It was quite a hike from the gallows to the forest, but he didn’t feel fatigued. If anything, he felt relieved that his body didn’t seem to require rest or sleep that night. He hated the idea of sleep, more so the nightmares that accompanied it. He often went until he collapsed, hoping fatigue would erase the chances for dreams. Given the option, he was much more content to explore the new trees, and walk under the stars, even if they were not the ones he knew. He was beginning to feel like himself again.

An irksome thing he had noticed his body was that it started producing a wet sheen that smelled most unpleasant after a few hours. In order to prevent his shirt and armor from becoming soiled, he stripped down to just his breeches and boots, stashing the rest away until he was finished. Once all the trees had been deposited by the tower, he started frantically chopping, cleaving each log in two in just one swing. A sizable pile of wood was starting to build up, and he paused to survey his handiwork with a satisfied smile, and a swipe across his brow.

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The thought of building a boat for Galdriel made him excited and sickened at the same time. He would love to build her something that would be so useful, but he knew his skills were rough. He would not want her to have a sub par boat. But, Elros had agreed to be his teacher, and if there was anyone who could help hone his skills it was him.

"I'd like that. Thank you." He put down the ax, and went over to slug an arm over Elros' shoulder. It was decidedly out of character, but for some reason he wasn't really worried about it. "When do we start?"

Elros is feverishly hot to touch and he laughs, pulling Haldier close to slap his back companionably.

"Whenever you like! We'll need a tree, I suppose - have you one that will work?"

Haldir was similarly feverish, and he felt his heart swell at the comradery the two shared in the moment. He steered them, a little wobbly, over to the two remaining trees that hadn't been split yet. One was rather long and skinny, the other was more stout and wide.

"Which would be best? I can get another if they are lacking."

Elros pokes at the trees consideringly.

"I think, since we're making plants, we'll use the long one. We can always come back for more if we need!"

He had no idea how one made a boat, so he took him at his word.

"What should I do?" he asked asked as he picked up the ax and swung it over his shoulder.

"Split it." Elros gestures to show him what he means.

"Try and get them as long and straight as you can. We need the planks to wind up being about yea wide, and the longer the easier."

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