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[ingweron]

It feels like only yesterday since I was last in town. Really. How long has it been?

A couple weeks?

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[caranthire]

Oh. You're back.

[ingweron]

So it would seem.

[cunafinwe]

*stares at you, holding his mother's hand*

Nana? Is that a pansy vanyar elf like you were tellin' us about?

[ingweron]

*raises his eyebrows*

Another one, Caranthire?

[caranthire]

Oh no.

Another two. Surprise sudden peredhel twins.

[ingweron]

*coollly*

Rather you than me.

[caranthire]

*shrugs and lights a cigarette*

Still, Turin couldn't be happier.

[ingweron]

I'm sure that's the main thing, then.

[caranthire]

That and Ada's army of descendents continues growing unabated. >:)

[ingweron]

*wryly* You do realise that, mathematically, he doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell of catching up on Fingolfin's mix n match, mortal n immortal descendents, right?

[caranthire]

Oh, I don't know. With enough tactical marrying and breeding we'll definitely get there. >:)

[cunafinwe]

I have a name, y'know mister.

[ingweron]

Let me guesss. A variation on or allusion to your diminutive great-grandfather?

[cunafinwe]

Cunafinwe. So who're you?

[ingweron]

Oh. I'm just an old friend of your mother.

[cunafinwe]

That's not a name.