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Oct. 18th, 2004 08:55 pmCobbled
Bachelor stitches my sisters would call these, if they ever saw them, lumpy strips of thread just holding two edges of cloth together. I didn’t want to waste no time there by Weathertop; I just wanted the holes mended, so the cold outside couldn’t get to your poor hurt shoulder. Still, you’ll need your good coat and weskit, if … when you wake up, and I’ve time and to spare, and Lady Arwen’s lent me a needle, so I can mend them proper now.
I wish I knew how to stitch fine enough to protect you from the cold inside.
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Bachelor stitches my sisters would call these, if they ever saw them, lumpy strips of thread just holding two edges of cloth together. I didn’t want to waste no time there by Weathertop; I just wanted the holes mended, so the cold outside couldn’t get to your poor hurt shoulder. Still, you’ll need your good coat and weskit, if … when you wake up, and I’ve time and to spare, and Lady Arwen’s lent me a needle, so I can mend them proper now.
I wish I knew how to stitch fine enough to protect you from the cold inside.
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