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[noldorinprince]

*ambles out to feed the chickens, humming to himself and thinking what a Glorious Day it is!!*

*coos and clucks at his ickle babies pampered poultry and absently inventories them*

. . .

. . .

*GASP*

Where is Olive Oyl!!?? ((*sporfle*)) She's been chicken-napped!!!!!!

Comments

[canyafinwe]

Uh. Hi, Ede!

[maitimo]

*in low tones*

Did you destroy the evidence?

[canyafinwe]

Miro ate it.

[maitimo]

*gives him a discreet thumbs-up sign*

[noldorinprince]

*grasps your shoulders*

Some thing horrible and bone-chilling has happened to her, I can just feel it!!!!

[canyafinwe]

*nervous laugh* Oh, really! You don't say? What's happened?

[noldorinprince]

I don't know. It's a premonition. They're not always clear you know.

[canyafinwe]

I'm sure nothing *gulp* too bad happened. Maybe she went off to explore. See the world, you know? Heh. :D :-SS

[noldorinprince]

I really don't think she had any Númenórean blood in her.

[canyafinwe]

Chickens get wanderlust sometimes too.

[noldorinprince]

OME WE NEED A SEARCH PARTY. :(

[canyafinwe]

*chokes a little* I... uh... don't think that's really necessary, do you? I mean...

*looks around a little helplessly* ADA!?

[maitimo]

*arrives in to save the day*

Fingon, darling, I think we need to talk.

[noldorinprince]

No time for that. We're on a chicken hunt!

[maitimo]

Fingon, no!

*reaches out and takes Fingon by the shoulders*

There has been a terrible accident.

[noldorinprince]

I KNEW IT!

What happened? :((