For a long moment, Fëanáro stares, slack-jawed. His mouth closes with a click of teeth, and in the next moment, he is a flurry of movement, peering behind the flat seeing stone, to each side, back to the front, holding his hand over it, to feel the heat radiating from it...
He taps the front, where the uniformed Men play out their tale - yes, he can tell it's a play, of some sort, he has seen enough in his life - and then touches it for a longer period, runs his fingers down it, brushing away a little of the dust that his fingers accumulate - only to watch it float right back to the seeing stone, as if it were some sort of colourless amber--
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Date: 2014-12-22 06:21 pm (UTC)...
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For a long moment, Fëanáro stares, slack-jawed. His mouth closes with a click of teeth, and in the next moment, he is a flurry of movement, peering behind the flat seeing stone, to each side, back to the front, holding his hand over it, to feel the heat radiating from it...
He taps the front, where the uniformed Men play out their tale - yes, he can tell it's a play, of some sort, he has seen enough in his life - and then touches it for a longer period, runs his fingers down it, brushing away a little of the dust that his fingers accumulate - only to watch it float right back to the seeing stone, as if it were some sort of colourless amber--