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[ithilien_lord]

*has found an innocent log to hack and stab*

*gruntthrusts*

Fucker! Why couldn't you stay dead?

*thrusthacks*

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[tar_calion]

*out looking for innocent animals to fire arrows at*

*spots you*

I prefer to hunt animals rather than trees. More of a challenge; they move around more.

[ithilien_lord]

I'm just *grunt* working off *grunt* some steam here. Arrrrgh!

*pauses*

Hello.

[tar_calion]

*starts slightly as a piece of bark hits him in the face*

Is it working?

[ithilien_lord]

Not really. :S

*sheathes his sword*

[tar_calion]

*rests his bow against a log and sits down on it*

Still having woman-trouble then? :S

[ithilien_lord]

That too. But I'll sort things out with Éowyn. :S

It's actually worse than that. Apparently, the whacky nutso my dear father was rehoused.

[tar_calion]

my dear father was rehoused.

*SYMPATHISES, OME!*

Oh jeez...

*takes out a hipflask and offers it to you*

[ithilien_lord]

*gratefully takes it*

Thanks, mate.

*has a swig*

He appeared out of nowhere, together with this strange tea and curiosity shop he apparently owns. And he acted nice, which was the really scary part, considering he used to treat me like dirt.

[tar_calion]

tea and curiosity shop

*boggles* Huh. Interesting.

Well...at least my dear old dad is consistent with his ass-hattery.

[ithilien_lord]

I don't trust the old bugger, it just looks too smooth. And I have a bad feeling he's going to try something with Éowyn, get to me through her. He was suspiciously interested to hear about her. If he so much as touches her, I'll cut off his hand.

*hands back the empty flask*

[tar_calion]

Oh he'll meddle, I guarantee it. It's what fathers do.

"Pharazôn, why are you going to Andúnië again? Pharazôn, why do you have to hang out with elf-friends? Pharazôn, why aren't you helping with the King's Party? Pharazôn, why don't you marry one of these girls? Pharazôn, why are you chasing after you cousin? Pharazôn, why did you let the Kingdom sink..."

*snarls*

[ithilien_lord]

Hah! There was a time when I wished he would have given me that much consideration. With him it was mosty, "Faramir, why can you not be like your brother? Faramir, why are you alive when your brother is dead?" >:(

Nowadays, I just want him to leave me alone.

[tar_calion]

After 125 years of it, it gets wearing, trust me.

why are you alive when your brother is dead?

:\ Ouch. Makes me glad I was an only child. If Attû had more than one kid to play off eachother...that doesn't bear thinking about.

[ithilien_lord]

125 years? Oh bugger!

*decides to ignore the icky incestuous relationship issue*

So, how are you keeping your old man in check?

[tar_calion]

Yep. Yay for Numenorean lifespans.

Putting on a united front with the wife and pissing him off every now and then. He goes off in a sulk for at least a couple of days which gives us time to re-group.

[ithilien_lord]

*winces at the mention of "wife"*

I better work out that marriage stuff soon, before he can mess with Éowyn.