[closed] when my depression works the graveyard shift

[ordinar]

WHO: Wilhelm & pals
WHAT: Catchall for PTSD spring
WHERE: Thorne
WHEN: throughout April and May
WARNINGS: will be updated as needed

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[ordinar]

[He sits with this for a moment, like he often does with the things Elrond says. A wound, he supposes, it better than a hole. A hole is what happens when something is just gone, but a wound means something is still there at least. A wound could be mended.]

What are the undying lands?

[Maybe it's beside the point, but he wants to know anyway.

Feeling suddenly that the floor is too far away from Elrond, Wilhelm picks himself up and toes to the foot of the elf's bed, where he perches himself.]

[politicians]

[ elrond takes a moment to consider his words, as he always does. he never responds promptly, always doing some due diligence as he adapts himself to the needs of others. ]

It is the original birth place of the Elves. Where we first sprung from. A great schism occurred and we had to leave. When we hear the call, then we can return there.

[ordinar]

[As he waits, and then as he listens, he traces with his finger the stitching of the quilt that covers Elrond's bed. Sometimes, Wilhelm thinks that they operate on separate planes of existence that don't match up quite right, with Elrond misunderstanding his slang, and him struggling to grasp the often twisty way Elrond talks, like ripples on the water. But his voice is always a comfort.]

So it's like...where elves go when they retire?

[politicians]

[ that prompts a light chuckle from elrond. ]

Yes. I suppose that is a quaint way of putting it. For many, it is what is yearned for. For others, it is a return.

As for myself, I was born on Middle-Earth. I have never known Valinor. Galadriel does, though. She was born there.

[ordinar]

It sounds nice. Just...having somewhere you belong, and knowing it's out there for you.

[He spends a moment trying to picture it in his head. Trying to build it there, a little bit like the mental walls he has learned from Istredd. Only, it's not hostile magic that he wants to shield himself from, it's his own memories that grow unchecked like weeds choking his brain.]

Do you think you'll ever get to see it?