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Whilst Mablung is out patrolling the woods of Doriath, he feels a sudden thump against his back as a little acorn bounces off of him. A stifled laugh echoes from the trees above, and a figure weakly tries to hide himself behind the leaves and branches. He does a poor job of it, though, for the colorful flowers woven into his hair are a stark contrast to the sea of green behind him.

Inunir is in the minstrels’ practice room, surrounded by crumpled parchments with musical phrases for a harp solo he’s in the process of composing. He has one small, neat stack that he is pleased with, but he’s stuck on how to finish it. Inunir doesn’t even notice his dear friend and colleague enter the room, as focused and frustrated as he is, plucking melodies over and over.

After a year of practicing medicine in Imladris with his mother, Inunir has come back home to the Woodland Realm. As soon as he sees his favorite tall friend, the little elf all but launches himself onto him in a koala-hug. Whether or not Miston is able to support the sudden weight matters not; Inunir is now able to tend to his friend’s wounds, if need be.

"You know there are, like, actual beds here. You didn't have to take the floor." {from maeggy)

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