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[dragon_father]

Well shit. When will elves learn that trees are big, heavy dangerous things and aren't loffly after all?

*goes to the temple*

Hello? Can someone help me with my tail?

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[_thuringwethil]

My word, what happened?

[dragon_father]

APPARENTLY I killed some chick last night when I was hunting and the hubbie found me and took exception. Pillock.

[_thuringwethil]

*manifests a bottle of iodine*

Now hold still. This'll sting.

[dragon_father]

*grumbles*

I can take it.

*whines like a big dragon-wuss when you put it on*

[_thuringwethil]

Oh hush up.

*blows on the iodine to stop the stinging*

[dragon_father]

*grumbles*

Stupid elf. I left him alive just to spite him, I wasn't going to fulfill his death-wish.

[_thuringwethil]

Was he anyone particularly interesting?

*bandages up your tail so you don't damage it further*

[dragon_father]

Umm...not sure. Think it was that Balrog slayer dude from Gondolin.

[_thuringwethil]

Oh well.

So did Annatar tell you about the little treasures he found in the forest?

[dragon_father]

Hm? No, I haven't seen him.

[_thuringwethil]

Oh!!

We found a book of *snicker* really awful poems by Lomion to Ingwe.

AND... a shiny little palantir.

[dragon_father]

ACK-ACK-AC- ACK-ACK-ACK!!! XD

Oooh, that IS a treasure. Excellent.

[_thuringwethil]

*snickers*

AND apparently one of Feanor's brats saw Annatar in it.

[dragon_father]

*bangs a foot on the ground in hilarity*

*the vibrations are heard five miles away*

Oh. Let the games begin. >:D

[_thuringwethil]

*rummages around and finds the journal*

*reads you some of the worst of the poetry*

[dragon_father]

*lies down and rolls over on his side* XD XD XD

Stop...stop...it hurts!!