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[curufinwe]

How?

I did not think my son had the power to frusterate me in my aims. Perhaps he had some sort of help? Or maybe Tyelperinquar's power reached him, rather than the other way around. Perhaps that is why my grandson failed so easily, his mewling cries for help. No enduranceMy son...he is not with Tyelperinquar, I know that much

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[_curufin_]

*cautiously* Feeling better?

[curufinwe]

*exceptionally cautious pause*

*gets up and puts some clothes on*

*tries to figure out if he's hallucinating, picking up something from the fire, being spoken to, or being telepathically contacted, which is difficult with the raging headache he's just developed*

Well, not really, but you don't need to know that. Quite.

[_curufin_]

*senses he should be glad he's contacting his father telepathically and not there in person in case father still enjoys penchant for naked time*

Damn. How wonderful to hear.

What do you want with Celebrimbor?

[curufinwe]

*worries that he has underestimated his son and that he is vulnerable in his current weakness*

You're an excellent liar. Has anyone ever told you that?

There are certain things I expect of my house. Discipline, bloody-mindedness, pride, courage, honesty, and blind loyalty among them. They are my due.

And if they are is not given me, I will compel them.