*nods and folds his hand in hers* I suppose I'm in my element with all these friends and guests, and good cheer . . . thus far. But when the adrenaline leaves, I suspect I'm going to crash hard--I'm ignoring some of my body's weariness right now--my hip is trying to remind me. *quzzical look* Dearheart? What were you going to say before the toast when Feanor arrived?
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