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Well. Um. I found this guy wandering out in the snow. What joy being in one of the few areas that maintained winter very well at all. He was soaking wet from the ice and rain.
So what was I supposed to do?
I brought him in. Thorondir tried to get me to feed him to Erendis' kids but I took him to Ioreth and she stripped him down and put him in some hot water.
He hasn't talked much yet, except to ask where he was. Ioreth says she recognized him but she isn't talking. No one tells me anything. Except, possibly, 'go clean that up'.
On that! Thorondir has been put on winged hobbit clean-up duty since they've been having digestive problems.
May have something to do with this:
Thorondir: *replies* I put up with far too much
Mouth: You? You have the cushy life...bloody hell noone bothers you.
Thorondir: No, these blathering idiots keep trying to make me pay attention to them
Trotter: *sings* What's so important about really deep thoughts?
Thorondir: I hate you so much
Mouth: *hums along "boy you best pray that I bleed real soon" but humming so no words*
Thorondir: You too, minion
Mouth: You flatter yourself too much. They all start out saying that "yeah sure" you're an assistant and captains of the armies of the west and will have complete rule over the shire and then 2,000 years later you're cleaning toilets while someone else has your job.
Thorondir: ...Somehow I doubt I'm going to end up cleaning toilets. My personality isn't quite as weak
Mouth: *smirks* 2,000 years changes alot of things. Somehow I doubt you'll last that long.
Thorondir: No, I'll just have fun and die before I'm forced even close to as low as you've gotten
Mouth: *sniff* Adaptability is a gift.
Thorondir: Bending over is adaption?
Mouth: The reed bends in the wind and lasts the storm while the oak falls and is broken so yes.
Thorondir: The oak falls on the fucking reed
Mouth: *eyedarts* Maybe not... there are lots of reeds...
Thorondir: Which oak tree fell on you?
Mouth: Sauron and 2,000 years worth of orcs and ringwraiths but that's not the point...
Mouth: I surviiiiveed...
Mouth: You wouldn't last a week in Mordor...
Thorondir: No, a bitchqueen lackey survived. And if you'll excuse me, *grabs Trotter's arm* I have work to do
Mouth: *sulks*
I heard Ioreth talking to him later and I swear I heard sniffling.
But good lab monkeys don't pay attention to that sort of stuff. scuffs foot
I miss mo--Gilaren
So what was I supposed to do?
I brought him in. Thorondir tried to get me to feed him to Erendis' kids but I took him to Ioreth and she stripped him down and put him in some hot water.
He hasn't talked much yet, except to ask where he was. Ioreth says she recognized him but she isn't talking. No one tells me anything. Except, possibly, 'go clean that up'.
On that! Thorondir has been put on winged hobbit clean-up duty since they've been having digestive problems.
May have something to do with this:
Thorondir: *replies* I put up with far too much
Mouth: You? You have the cushy life...bloody hell noone bothers you.
Thorondir: No, these blathering idiots keep trying to make me pay attention to them
Trotter: *sings* What's so important about really deep thoughts?
Thorondir: I hate you so much
Mouth: *hums along "boy you best pray that I bleed real soon" but humming so no words*
Thorondir: You too, minion
Mouth: You flatter yourself too much. They all start out saying that "yeah sure" you're an assistant and captains of the armies of the west and will have complete rule over the shire and then 2,000 years later you're cleaning toilets while someone else has your job.
Thorondir: ...Somehow I doubt I'm going to end up cleaning toilets. My personality isn't quite as weak
Mouth: *smirks* 2,000 years changes alot of things. Somehow I doubt you'll last that long.
Thorondir: No, I'll just have fun and die before I'm forced even close to as low as you've gotten
Mouth: *sniff* Adaptability is a gift.
Thorondir: Bending over is adaption?
Mouth: The reed bends in the wind and lasts the storm while the oak falls and is broken so yes.
Thorondir: The oak falls on the fucking reed
Mouth: *eyedarts* Maybe not... there are lots of reeds...
Thorondir: Which oak tree fell on you?
Mouth: Sauron and 2,000 years worth of orcs and ringwraiths but that's not the point...
Mouth: I surviiiiveed...
Mouth: You wouldn't last a week in Mordor...
Thorondir: No, a bitchqueen lackey survived. And if you'll excuse me, *grabs Trotter's arm* I have work to do
Mouth: *sulks*
I heard Ioreth talking to him later and I swear I heard sniffling.
But good lab monkeys don't pay attention to that sort of stuff. scuffs foot
I miss mo--Gilaren