aforethought: crying for three days ([ chit ])
Melys ([personal profile] aforethought) wrote in [community profile] faderift 2016-01-26 10:15 pm (UTC)

closed to sam

tent 11 (sam)

Samwise Gamgee. Got a name, got a tent, got enough sense to check twice this time that she’s got the right one.

A dwarf, that suits her fine, and if word is this guy claims he ain’t one — well, no skin off her back to use some fancy name. But word is, too, guy’s got a shard in his hand to match Mal's, and that’s something worth knowing on.

Melys waits, sitting cross-legged to slowly layer bandages about the stump’s end. Hurts like a right bitch to bang it wrong these days; if she’s gonna need to knock about any, then it’d best be well-padded. The cold’ll help that some: It’s already soothing the fire in the old fingers, smoothing down the past weeks’ nerves.

Or maybe that’s just being out of Hold walls.

Melys glances up when he enters, quickly tying off the wrap.

“You the Gamgee fella?” She smiles (for all it doesn't quite reach her eyes), and stoops her way up, hand out to shake. It’s less trouble than it might be to act a kindness to him — he’s got information that she’s determined to have. “Budge anything about that you need to, I don't take much room.”

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