*takes out industrial strength hankerchief* Now Ulmo, we both have our own jobs to do. You terrorize and kill the poor mortals of Arda and I sit here and weep for them. Sometimes I stand and weep. Usually it's sitting. But yes. Don't worry about me. Crying is my job, I suppose, or my calling in this universe. Just like how drowning elves and things is yours. *smiles a wary little smile and kisses his cheek*
If you frighten Tuor enough, it will make his father-in-law laugh and I won't have to cry for him. But don't scare him so much that he dies, because then his wife and son will be sad and just... overload on my eyes and such.
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;)
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I have to ask my mummy what sirosis is, but I don't think it's good.
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*comforts frantically*
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*hugs*
I'm going back to my fucking spot in the ocean and scare Tuor into doing things for me, ok? :)
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I love you. :)
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I love you too, Nienna.
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... :)
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