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[gondolin_noble]

The air is sweet in the clearing Glorfindel had been using as a campsite, and the birds are singing a bright morning chorus. Asfaloth, grazing peaceably nearby, nickers a greeting as Glorfindel leads Sunshine through the treebranch doorway he'd found by accident.

There is no sign of habitation, human or otherwise - Glorfindel could have dropped them on an empty planet.

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[sunbaked_baker]

"That I did," Sunshine laughs, her horse following his. "Slept like a rock. It's amazing how well the liberal application of wine and good spirits will help with that."

And help with keeping nightmares away. Rae had slept soundly the moment her head hit the pillow, and was still in the same position when she was wakened in the morning. That... almost never happens.

She won't question it, though - she'll only accept such gifts as they come. In any case, the brightness of the spring morning won't tolerate any thought of nightmares.

Sunshine looks back often as they head up the well-traveled way up the side of the cloven gorge. The waterfalls sparkle in the morning light that edges over the tops of the mountains, their mist the same color as the structures that seem to grow so naturally from the surrounding stones and trees. At a particularly good promontory, she dares to take the camera from her pocket and catch the moment, turning in the saddle to take the pictures.

[gondolin_noble]

He waits patiently for her, watching her picture-taking curiously - he does have some Noldorian blood, besides his normal elvish curiosity. Once she is done, he leads back up the path they took to come into the valley the previous evening, and just before the trees give way to grasslands he waves a hand cheerfully at the branches overhead.

An apple lands in his hand.

And for good measure, a second apple is thrown for Sunshine, as well.

[sunbaked_baker]

The throw isn't the problem. The throw is spot-on. The one doing the catching, however, is caught unprepared.

Sunshine fumbles the fruit, and it's only a minor bit of last-second levitation that allows her to get a grip on it at all. Ha! Success.

"Thank you!" she says to the hard-to-spot people-shadows among the tree-shadows, as they ride out from under the trees and into the sunny grasslands.