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[tar_palantir]

*has been hit by the dreaded lergy that's doing the mortal rounds*
*sniffles and coughs*
*figures it must be some sort of divine punishment*

*croaks* What have I done to offend you, oh Lord? Are you testing me OR HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME!?!?!

*coughing fit*

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[queen_inzilbeth]

*hears coughing* What's happened to you? Should I call for a healer?

[tar_palantir]

<3

I don't know...I don't think I'm dying yet.

[queen_inzilbeth]

Well, good. Just let me know if you need anything. *fetches a bowl of broth for the time being*

[tar_palantir]

Chicken broth? [/hopeful]

*Best Ammi ever*

[queen_inzilbeth]

Of course.

*aww. she tries*

[tar_palantir]

*mothers make everything better* <333

*unlike fathers* :|

[queen_inzilbeth]

<3!

[tar_telemnar]

*interupts* Oh he's fine, he's just got a cold. Pharazon's come down with it too.

Inzilbêth. *nods in greeting*

The door was open, I let myself in.

[tar_palantir]

THE DOOR WAS LEFT OPEN!??!

[tar_telemnar]

*eyeroll*

Calm down, Inziladûn. Go and have a lie-down, there's a good boy.

[queen_inzilbeth]

Gimilzôr. *nods politely*

Are you certain? It could be one of those Morgothic plagues like the Evil Breath.

[tar_telemnar]

Oh no, I think Morgoth has his hands full worrying about other things.

*pointedly remains on his feet, waiting for you to offer him a seat*

So. Banâth. How are you? Keeping well?

[queen_inzilbeth]

Ah. Where are my manners? Do sit down. Can I get you a drink?

*nods* As well as one might, though we were harrassed by a pair of elves the other day. And...other things? Do tell.

[tar_telemnar]

*sits, trying not to smirk.*

Thank you. Tea will be fine. Yes, I hear through the grapevine that Morgoth's daughter has gone missing, I don't think he'd be in mischevious mood right now.

we were harrassed by a pair of elves the other day

Oh? *will. Not. Laugh*

[queen_inzilbeth]

*pours you a cup of tea*

Oh. That's certainly...interesting. *fears the Morgothspawn wreaking havoc among the populace*

And yes, they were on the lawn leading a horse with an...implement of sin strapped to its head and demanding that we pay for the privilege of feeding the travesty.

[tar_telemnar]

*tries to drink his tea and keep a straight face at your outraged expression*

Oh. Well. That's just...*no can't help it*

*snorts and chortles* XD XD XD