Characters: Erestor, OFC
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A Satisfactory Approximation Anyway
All around, the walls of what was very nearly Imladris arose in jutting jigsaw pieces above the rushing Bruinen. The builders were working slowly as the light faded and the savoury smells of dinner began to drift through the valley. Far overhead a couple of early stars glittered against the deepening indigo evening. Erestor lounged in the green shadows of a spreading oak and contemplated invisibility.
“There you are,” said Melinna, appearing unexpectedly. “Did Elrond find you earlier?”
Erestor yawned. “No.”
“Thought not.” She sat down beside him. “This tree comes down tomorrow. They want the wood to make doors.”