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An abnormality: Jenny Lou at the door of Thranduil's office, eyes flicking restlessly over the interior before settling on him. She offers him a crooked smile.

"Sorry to bother you, Provost. You got a minute?"

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The decor has not changed much, over the years. There's the tapestry with the symbol of the Inquisition, wrought in leaves and vines, Gwenaelle's work, the mask of Fen'Harel that Sina gave him, everywhere books and papers and the great desk-- and Thranduil, looking out the window over the harbor, turning smoothly to look at Jenny Lou and smile.

"For you? Of course. Come, sit. Close the door."

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She's never been in his office before, only glanced in a few times, and honestly? She'd called him book boss once (years ago to her) and this room totally fits.

"Thanks." She closes the door and moves to sit in the chair. She pulls up one leg to brace against it a little, "Wysteria said I should come talk to you. About dreams from home?" There's really not a non-weird way to start the conversation.

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"... yes," he says. "She was correct to do so."

The fire is mostly embers so he sets the kettle down near them to at least heat the water; it isn't as if the tea is worth attentive preparation. That done, he takes the other chair.

"Did you have them? They would not have seemed... ordinary. They would have been remarkably clear."