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[highkingingwe]

*goes out into the garden*

*doesn't want to be disturbed*

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[ingwiel]

*calls by cos it's been an age*

*sees Ingwë sitting under Galathilion*

*agreeably* You look like shit, Ingwë.

[highkingingwe]

*grunts in response*

[ingwiel]

Did the blonde dump you?

[highkingingwe]

*blinks wearily*

Firstly, we're all blonde and he has a name.

Secondly, no, he did not.

[ingwiel]

*sits down on a bench nearby* *stretches out his legs*

Then what's wrong? You look like you've lost a loved one. Or did Glaurung attack the Mindon again?

*squints and looks up* Doesn't look any more skewy than usual.

[highkingingwe]

I just learned... that Morno is not my son.

[ingwiel]

*blinks*

Ah.

But he's okay, right? He's not hurt or injured or in some other unfeasibly Feanorian predicament?

[highkingingwe]

Huh?

No.

Just half-maia.

[ingwiel]

*low whistle* That's got to be a headwrecker.

How's the kid holding up?

[highkingingwe]

Huh? Oh, seems upset. Really upset.

I thought he was my son.

[ingwiel]

*falls silent*

*after a while*I'm pretty certain he still is.

*thinks* And if it had been me who wasn't your son? Would you have felt the same?

[highkingingwe]

*looks up at him*

*doesn't know what to say*

[ingwiel]

*heavy sigh* I thought so.

*stands up and puts a hand on his father's shoulder* Cut your losses, Ingwe. Stand by the son whose name you actually know.

*wanders off*

:(

[highkingingwe]

*blinks and looks up to see that Ingwiel has gone*