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[broodingelf]

Maglor is currently sitting with his harp on the porch steps, enjoying the Spring sunshine and musing on the Past. (Not, for once, brooding or regretting-- just thinking, really.) Family, in-laws and random strangers are encouraged to bother him.

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[finweson]

*are they? How foolish.*

*so, steps up on the porch beside him, apparently* Hello, dear.

[broodingelf]

*foolish? to indulge a typist's whim?*

*looks up* H'llo, Ata.

[finweson]

Well, it's been a while. How are you?

[broodingelf]

I'm... well, despite the last crackplot. *small smile* And you?

[finweson]

Busy, as always. What have you been up to these past weeks? You've been rather... elusive...

[broodingelf]

Have I? *wry* I don't mean to be. *and he doesn't, not really, but hiding away is sort of habit by now* --Were you looking for me?

[finweson]

Well - there is, after all, a wedding to plan...
will you play for us, there?

[broodingelf]

Of course, I'd be glad to.

[finweson]

*smiles* Good! And if Daeron wants to accompany you, I'm sure we'd like that... *my, aren't we subtle*

[broodingelf]

*subtle like a subtle thing* *but does totally take it in stride, with only a faint blush, really* ...I'll ask him, certainly.

[finweson]

*smiles* Good.