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[elladanelrondio]

*goes for a walk*

*a long, quiet, pensive, thoughtful, despondent, miserable and confused walk*

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[tar_telemnar]

*wanders along, grumbling about the grandchildren*

[elladanelrondio]

*nods vaguely at you out of generic politeness*

[tar_telemnar]

*snarls*

*double-takes to check if you are an elf after all*

[elladanelrondio]

Er... can I help you?

[tar_telemnar]

*peers*

You look strange.

[elladanelrondio]

Well... I'm peredhel. Not quite human, not quite elf, and just a TOUCH of watered down Maia there somewhere along the line...

[tar_telemnar]

Ah-ha! That explains it. Ah well. You're not all bad then.

[elladanelrondio]

*dryly*

Does the fact I own and run the best pub in town affect that opinion in any way?

[tar_telemnar]

That depends on the quality of your ales.

*is convinced that elves are mincing babysham drinkers*

[elladanelrondio]

A large assortment of various strengths and tastes to cater to just about every palate? Not to mention the hard liquor and Aragorn's mystery substance, Betsy.

[tar_telemnar]

Hm.

I may need to investigate this.

[elladanelrondio]

*shrugs*

Feel free. I also do healing and sell er... herbs...

[tar_telemnar]

*wonders if you're some sort of filthy hippy*

*But you look miserable and hippies usually look spacey and happy...unless they're about to be executed MWUAHAHA.*

[elladanelrondio]

*lights something that LOOKS like a cigarette but doesn't smell like it*

*ignores your dirty looks and blows a few smoke rings*

So... you a Numenorean?

[tar_telemnar]

*DEFINATELY a filthy hippie*

*nods* Ar-Gimilzôr, twenty-third and apparently, third-last king.

*grumble*

[elladanelrondio]

Ahhh. Yeah. My Uncle's your ancestor. Elros.