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[lomion_maeglin]

*finds himself walking by the Mindon a lot more often than he needs to*

Stop it. You made a decision. You know in your heart that he's not coming back anyway.

*thinks about leaving a letter, just in case . . .*

*shakes his head and walks on*

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[mornaquilde]

*spots you while out for a walk*

[lomion_maeglin]

*is pretty preoccupied, walking with his head down*

[mornaquilde]

*hesitates, then approaches you*

Hey.

[lomion_maeglin]

*notices you*

Hey. How's it going? :)

[mornaquilde]

*smiles back at you*

Not too bad. Been a little on the crazy side, but that's fairly normal.

[lomion_maeglin]

You have anything to do with The House of Feanor vs the Dragon story that's all over town?

[mornaquilde]

*sheepish grin*

Possibly? :P

[lomion_maeglin]

You're not riding around in that tank again, are you? ;)

[mornaquilde]

Who, me?

Nah. It was all hand-to-hand. We were after Gothmog, but then the dragon and Morgoth's bitch daughter turned up.

Which reminds me... have you seen Finduilas?

[lomion_maeglin]

Heh, I think I'd rather be in the tank. ;)

Uhm, yeah. A couple of days ago.

[mornaquilde]

Well, if you see her let us know? She had a run-in with the dragon who did his mystical hypnosis hex thing to her and she thinks she's in Nargothrond or something. >.

[lomion_maeglin]

Oh SHIT. That's not good.

[mornaquilde]

Yeah. Tell me about it. :S

Uncle Turco's really cut up about it, understandably.

[lomion_maeglin]

That means that she's not going to remember she's my half-sister, either. :S

[mornaquilde]

>.<

Ah crap. Then that won't be much help, no offense. :S

[lomion_maeglin]

Aside from just another pair of eyes looking for her, afraid not.