It's the first day of Junior year and Idaia's feeling pretty good. She likes her classes so far, it's a beautiful day, and she just has an indescribable positive feeling. Her last class of the day has just let out and she has an entirely tolerable amount of homework.
Her phone rings.
"Hello?"
She walks over and all but collapses in his lap and throws her arms around his neck.
Oh, oh dearheart, I love you, I missed you so much, I'm right here, I'm right here.
Most of the time. I have friends, I got most of my memories back in dreams so I can do illusion Silmarils like I was hoping when I looked at them.
Can she rearrange herself to be pressed tighter to him and have more total surface contact? She should do that. I love you so much, I missed you so much.
I'm not going anywhere, I thought I had lost you forever, I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life waking up to a cold bed and occasionally forgetting and then missing you all over again when I rolled over and you weren't there--
She's crying, it hurts, but it hurts like healing, like putting balm on dry, cracked skin, like straightening a cramping leg. My fault or not, I hate, hate, hate that you had to go through that, oh my love, I'm here now, neither of us ever has to do that again.
Could've sat tight until I had a safe way to get across with magic.
Not yours either. Let's blame Melkor, that sounds emotionally efficient.
Hopefully he won't get out again until I've figured out how to murder a god. How are you alive?
Died. Went to Mandos. After thirty thousand years he got tired of us, offered us - redemption - I wanted to breathe again, I said yes -
The fact that she cannot hurt him no matter how tightly she hugs him is both convenient and relevant right now. How did you die?
Fighting. Not the Enemy, we'd lost by then. Idiot who demanded a Silmaril from his daughter's boyfriend as a dowry.
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