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Sorsha
At long last, a chirpy greeting marks the arrival of dawn. She rubs her eyes, rather mortified that she is so ill-equipped to face the new day. Standing up, she pats her skirts clean and ventures to touch Legolas on the arm.
"I'll be off to have wash, my love." ~ Speaking softly so as not to wake him up ~ "I'll be right back, I promise." ~ Picking up a twig from the ground, she swings it freely by her side as she walks off in search of a stream with which to freshen herself.
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