Aspects of Nerdanel 1 - Fractures in the Dark by Erulisse

Chapter 5 - Armor

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Armor

Nerdanel sat quietly, her whirling thoughts deeply hidden, and then stood to return to her studio. The household was beginning to stir; now the noise of her hammers would be welcomed, not intrusive. Stepping onto the stone pathway through the small garden sudden pain struck. She found herself awakening in her father's arms amidst the hydrangeas.

"He is dead, father," she gasped. Sitting up she hugged her knees and wept briefly, for what had been and could never be again. Regaining her feet, her features resolved themselves into an emotionless granite mask as she resumed walking towards the workshop door.

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