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[_thuringwethil]

*unlike the majority of the household, feels quite content*

*lounges on a sofa in the temple, manicuring her nails*

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[black_ancalagon]

*comes in from a pretty uneventful evening drinking at the pub with Steve*

[_thuringwethil]

Hello you. Have a good night out?

[black_ancalagon]

Nah, it was pretty dull. Nobody pissed on Steve. XD

[_thuringwethil]

*snickers*

Aww. That's a pity. So no abuse from the peasants then?

[black_ancalagon]

None to speak of, just some redheaded kid giving me funny looks. He's going to end up on the menu down the road if he keeps that up.

[_thuringwethil]

*raises an eyebrow*

Redhead? Chances are it's a Feanorian.

[black_ancalagon]

*snorts* They're not making Feanorians like they use to then.

[_thuringwethil]

The younger generations aren't quite as battle-hardened. And some of the seven sons were turned into girls.

[black_ancalagon]

*sniggers* They deserve it.

[_thuringwethil]

In fact... almost all of them have been female at some point. Still doesn't make them any less violent when provoked though. Especially that Caranthire bitch.

[black_ancalagon]

I always knew females were much nastier than males. ;)

[_thuringwethil]

It's the inner bitch. When harnessed properly it can be a fiendish force to be reckoned with.

[black_ancalagon]

Ain't it the truth. *lights a cigarette and offers you one*

So.

Pretty quiet around here? I see Glaurung hasn't reduced the place to rubble while I was out.

[_thuringwethil]

*takes the cigarette with a smile*

Oh, pretty much. Glaurung's quieted down a little, Lisse's out with her zombie, and Sauron's probably jacking off like mad to the PlayMaia channel on the palantir.

[black_ancalagon]

Well good. *stretches out his legs* I don't really need another scene right now.

[_thuringwethil]

You and me both. It's actually quiet for once and I'm enjoying the novelty of it.

Drink?