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Notes: Thanks for all of the reviews! They are greatly appreciated. To be honest, I was almost afraid to begin he more obvious Gorvon/Candes parts of this story, for fear of scaring away the non-shippers. So I am truly glad you all seem to like it. And for a shipping name, I go with Can-von.
Chapter Ten
Day Two Hundred and Seventy Eight
I ate lunch with Glorfindel and Erestor.
Glorfindel said, "So, you and Gorvon are close."
I just gave him an odd look and was all "Um, yes?"
he just smirked and nodded and went back to eating.
I shot Erestor a confused please explain your weirdo friend look but he just smiled and told me to work on my parenthetical expressions.
I don't think I even know what those are.
Day Two Hundred and Seventy Eight, Later
Oh, god. He was implying I liked Gorvon, wasn't he?
How could he think that? I mean, yes, I like him, but not romantically!
Not that there's anything wrong with Gorvon, but... he's...
He's Gorvon. That's reason enough.
Day Two Hundred and Twenty Eight, even later
But even if I did like him in that way, he's twenty-four years older than me, from another world, and probably not interested in me like that either. All valid reasons not to chance anything.
Day Two Hundred and Twenty Eight, even later than that
Not that I would chance it. Because I don't want to. Really. I don't.
Day Two Hundred and Twenty Nine
Ate lunch with Bilba, as he doesn't read too much into my friendships with certain members of the opposite sex.
He definitely knows something is up, though. He gives me very piercing looks and hms every so often. But he says nothing; he's even stopped dropping weird questions.
Well, almost stopped. He did wonder aloud if he had heard of any sort of amnesia that acted the way mine did.
Day Two Hundred and Thirty
Nimhel, Lýthril and I had a long session of girl talk. They spoke about marriage costumes and how to tell if a man was interested in you. I wanted to explain about the way things worked where I was from, but I'm not really supposed to know that.
I asked if the Celegeth and Glaewron thing was new. Lýthril just snorted and Nimhel explained that everyone but Glaewron had seen it coming for three centuries. But she was surprised I had picked up on it.
"Normally y- mortals, that is, are much less perceptive of people's emotions."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing." then she began humming and became fascinated with the trees.
As if I believe her.
Day Two Hundred and Thirty One
I practiced drawing today. Erestor said that I managed to very nicely capture the stillness and jagged angles of a rock.
I didn't tell him I was trying to sketch a butterfly.
Day Two Hundred and Thirty Two
Carathor showed up today.
I spoke to him about typical Dúnedain life. He told me my cooking was getting better and took interest in my healing work. He told me that he had confided in his wife and daughters about my condition (the one he's heard about me being from near-Rohan) and they felt for me and made me a very pretty silver scarf. I thanked him profusely and told him to pass it along.
I also asked Nimhel about proper gift receiving etiquette. She said it was nice to send something back, but everyone would understand perfectly if I did not.
But I felt guilty at that; it really is a stunning scarf, almost as lovely as anything the elves can make. So I asked Eregeth for some help and we mad three little bottles of perfume. The gift was approved by Nimhel and so I told Carathor to give it to his family with my thanks.
He told me they would love the gift.
He also gave me something else; while something he passed along from Gorvon.
It was jerky; rabbit jerky. And it was burnt. He also wrote a small note Carathor translated for me;
The butcher was going to throw this away. But knowing both your taste for burned food and it's longevity, I thought you might appreciate it.
I laughed. It was delicious jerky.
Ruinir still thinks I'm weird.
Day Two Hundred and Thirty Five
SUCCESS!
Ruinir officially approved of my Grete Pyes. A Grete Pye is a beef and chicken dish, with dates, prunes, cinnamon, saffron, and some other goodies all baked up. It's a mortal recipe so I was sure Ruinir would just have Bilba try it (Carathor left two days ago) but he tasted it himself, looked shocked, and then said "it is good."
I feel so proud.
He also told me that "I would be a cook yet!" and gave me a small recipe book of Gondorian, Rohirric, and Dúnedain recipes he wants me to learn.
I got started immediately.
Day Two Hundred and Thirty Six
I burnt my thumb making Tea for me and Bilba. Glaewron fixed it and I said thank you, but he was all "Thank yourself- I used one of your concoctions."
I grinned all day. Yes, it was a concoction he taught me, but I made something to help burns.
I have just realized I am becoming a housewife.
I am not sure how I feel about that.
Day Two Hundred and Forty
Officially banned from garden. Long story.
Basically, it is physically possible to uproot half a carrot garden in three minutes.
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