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[_fingolfin]

*gets tired of being cooped up with his thoughts running nonstop in his head*

*can't believe he couldn't even manage to get himself decently killed*

*goes for a walk on the beach*

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[maglor_harper]

*Since he's bedridden will let you take the "angster on the beach" position. But ONLY temporarily.*

[_fingolfin]

*VERY temporarily, don't you worry*

[elenwe_]

::is out hunting for a prime location for a little holiday with her husband::

::is enjoying a barefoot walk on the beach, collecting empty shells when she spots you::

...oh bloody Eru. :|

[_fingolfin]

*walks right past without seeing you, his head down and his hands in his pockets*

[elenwe_]

::stands still, trying to tame her hair against the wind with one hand while keeping a hold on the front of her dress, securing the shells she has collected::

::arches an eyebrow as you walk past and assumes you must be mentally damaged by now::

::has no mercy::

...Fingolfin? Here boy! Here!

[_fingolfin]

*turns around*

>_<

*needs to find a better hideout*

...

Don't even start, Elenwë.

[shining_ilmare]

*just happens to roll out the rain-clouds and lightning while you're angsting on the beach*

*the sky needs draining and discharging, don't you know*

[_fingolfin]

Perfect. Just perfect.

*kinda prefers total soakage to hair glitter, though*

[shining_ilmare]

*would snicker madly if she were bothering to listen to your thoughts*

*hey, it's an appropriate backdrop!*

*lightens the rain up a little, there isn't that much water up here*

[_fingolfin]

*what do you think this is, some kind of soap opera?*

*oh*

*cue the dramatic music then. >_<*