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[black_ancalagon]

*takes a walk through Tirion, curious about the Elven city after having spent the better part of three hundred years in the pits of Angband*

Shiny, very shiny.

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[meldamelisse]

*manages to somehow tear herself away from making up for lost time with Sauron*

*ventures out for a quiet walk*

[black_ancalagon]

*looks up from lighting a cigarette and narrows his eyes as your scent reaches him*

[meldamelisse]

*spots you and regards you silently*

[black_ancalagon]

Sauron must be in a better mood now.

[meldamelisse]

*smirks a little at that*

I think that goes without saying.

[black_ancalagon]

And does that go for you as well?

[meldamelisse]

Oh, I'm still fucked off about the zombie. But my mind's clearer now that I'm no longer midget-sized.

[black_ancalagon]

Easier to plot revenge when you're not wailing hysterically, I'd think.

[meldamelisse]

*snorts*

Like YOU never threw a hissy fit when YOU were a hatchling.

[black_ancalagon]

And what would YOU know about that?

[meldamelisse]

Oh come on. Dragons are renowned for their arrogance and selfishness and all-round bad temper. If that's not a recipe for brat-like behaviour I don't know WHAT is.

[black_ancalagon]

*snorts and smiles slightly*

True.

[meldamelisse]

Plus... don't your ilk tend to devour your smaller siblings if they're around and you feel like a snack?

[black_ancalagon]

Hey, that weeded out the weaklings, survival of the fittest and all that.

[meldamelisse]

So... what. You're the height of evolution then?

[black_ancalagon]

As far as Dragons go, yeah.