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[gimilkhad]

*Goes down to the burial site to make sure that Aldarion's working around the clock has resulted in a fitting crypt and not something thrown together from plywood or MDF.*

*Heads back up to the Consulate after deciding that everything is in order, organises the pall-bearers and the guard of honour, then waits for everyone to arrive.*

*Feels sick.

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[_amandil]

*walks in and scans the crowd warily, really hoping his brother doesn't show up and have the balls to start coming on to the widow*

[dark_peredhel]

*stalks past you, glaring at some suspiciously touristy-looking rubber-neckers outside*

OI! WHAT ARE YOU GAWPING AT? AIN'T YOU EVER SEEN MOURNERS BEFORE!? SHOW SOME RESPECT!

*whistles* Edgar? Kill.

*Looks up at you* Bloody tourists. >:(

[_amandil]

. . .

Hello?

[dark_peredhel]

Hello. *peers* Are you related to Pharrie's lot?

[_amandil]

Not a close relative, no. A friend most of the time.

[dark_peredhel]

Oh. You looked mortal, I thought you might have been related. I'm Mirilyahen Alcarohtarë, Turin and Caranthirë's daughter.

[_amandil]

I am related, although distantly. I'm Amandil of Númenor, last Lord of Andúnië.

[dark_peredhel]

Ohhhh yeah, I've heard of you. Your brother is the crazy dude who wanted to marry Miss Miriel?

[_amandil]

Uhm, yes. You haven't seen him, have you?

[dark_peredhel]

No...everyone knew he didn't like Uncle Pharrie, he'd have to be a special kind of dumb to show up here, wouldn't he?

[_amandil]

Exactly.

[dark_peredhel]

I'll have Edgar to a few swoops on him if he tries anything silly. Nothing maimy, just scare him a little bit.

[_amandil]

That'd probably work.