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[noldorinprince]

*storms into the house and throws the journal directly into the fireplace*

*FUMES*

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[maitimo]

*comes in with Ariel*

*is confused by the expression on your face*

Findekáno?

[noldorinprince]

ERUDAMMED FUCKING TWAT.

[maitimo]

*winces* Watch the language!

Who?

[noldorinprince]

*is way too pissed to even care*

TURGON.

[maitimo]

*is confused*

*shifts Ariel in his arms*

What did he do?

[noldorinprince]

The same exact scenario as Maglor and Celegorm. >:|

*tears his hair out*

[maitimo]

Ah shit.

*puts Ariel down and gives you a big hug* :(

[noldorinprince]

*is in no mood for hugging wants to KILL*

And the fucking asshole went one nastier than Turco. He sent a copy of it to the tabloid. >:|>:|

[maitimo]

FUCKING HELL! THE ODIOUS LITTLE TOAD!

What was in it? Is it as bad as Cano's? Or... well... no, don't tell me if you don't want to.

[noldorinprince]

*sigh* It was about you. First Age stuff. Embarrassing aNgSty poetry.

[maitimo]

*looks at you briefly*

So long ago.

*starts thinking and pacing*

Can we intercept it?

[noldorinprince]

I don't know. I can't even think straight. I could cheerfully murder him right now. >:|

[maitimo]

*pours you a glass of vodka*

Let me put the princess to bed and we can work out our options.

[noldorinprince]

*takes it and snarls into it*

[maitimo]

*comes back downstairs*

Now, do you want me to talk to your brother and see whether he was being serious? Or do you want me to go straight to the Aman Report HQ and have a look around?

[noldorinprince]

*is incapable of making any kind of decision*

I will never speak to him again as long as I live.