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[_finduilas]

*gets word of Maglor's brush with death*

:(

*sends tasteful flowers and get-well cookies*

*refuses a delivery of yet MORE headless geraniums and the accompanying shitty poetry*

:'(

...

*goes to the pub to get thoroughly wasted*

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[ladyaredhel]

*is already there, also having heard the news*

[_finduilas]

*brightens somewhat upon seeing you*

Hey, you. Is this one fucked-up town, or what?

[ladyaredhel]

*shakes her head*

Tell me about it. Poor Maglor. :(

[_finduilas]

He's gonna be okay, though, right? :(