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Farewell, My
Turtledove of Love for now
Posted April 22, 2010
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Imriel: So, little one, how goes the hunting today?
Garlyth: *hoo*-birdy-top-o-mountain-lands-get-then-*hoo-hoo*!
Garlyth: *hoo-hoo*-POUNCE-grab-CHOMP!-*hoohoooo*
Imriel: Haha, yes, that puts it in a nutshell!
Hibou: *hoo*-nutshell-taste-not-so-good-*hoohoo*
Imriel: You know, dearest Hibou, this is the happiest
that I have ever been in my life, to spend this time with you, and with our son
Hibou: *hoo*-Hibou-happy-Dove-happy-*hoo-hoo*
Garlyth: *hoo*-when-birdy-come-Garlyth-VERY-happy-*hoo*
Imriel: This is truly a paradise for us, and Spring has
given it a bounty to further bless us
Hibou: *hoo*-hunting-good-trees-fine-*hoo*
Garlyth: *hoo*-blessblessbless-*hoo-hoo!*
Imriel: *soft laugh* Yes, blessings, Garlyth
let us
take a little stroll, Hibou
Hibou: *hoo*-serious-look-Dove-mine
Imriel: So it shows
yes, because I must leave you, and Garlyth.
I have stayed far longer than I meant, and my other errands grow pressing
Hibou: *hooooo*-must-go-you?-*hooooo*
Imriel: Yes, I must, as I have other promises to keep though I go with a heart
that tugs so in my chest
which is a good thing, as it will eventually pull me
back here, to you *smile*
Imriel: Garlyth, I am sorry to interrupt your hunting,
but this will not take long; come to Papa, please
Garlyth: *hoo*-birdy-gone-so-here-I-am-*hoohoohoo*
Garlyth: *hoo*-why-go-Daddy-make-us-sad-*hoooo*?
Imriel: I do not want to make you sad, Garlyth but
sometimes that cant be helped. Papa has work he must do
Garlyth: *hoo*-HUNT-work-*hoo*?
Imriel: You could say that it is like hunting, but not for birds
Hibou: *hoo-hoo*-nor-lizard-nor-squirrel-*hoohoo*
Hibou: *hoo*-return-will-you-when?-*hoo*!
Imriel: That I cannot answer, my dearest; I do not know how long it will take
but know I will always be thinking of you both, and I will return the moment I
can, if not sooner
Garlyth: *hoo*-Momma-eyes-so-SHINY-bright-*hoo*!
Garlyth: *hooo*-Daddy-bye-bye-bye-*hoooooo*
Hibou: *hoo*-brave-Dove-so-white-so-mine-*hooooooooooo*
Imriel: *to self* Tis a hunt for truth, my son the
most difficult prey of all
We
wish Imriel a safe journey, and answers to his
questions.
Meanwhile,
Inigo thinks on a day some months back
Remembrance
of Another Elven Farewell
