Greetings from Maedhros the red-haired elfie

[angsty_redhead]

Hello. My name is Maitimo Nelyafinwë, or Maedhros if you're Sindarin, or Russandol if you're a close friend. I'm technically dead, due to circumstances I'd rather not get into. Ask Maglor if you absolutely must know.

Speaking of whom; hi again, Cana. *waves and smiles, a bit nervously*

I also hear that my father is here (Eeep!), and one of his

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[broodingelf]

Nin muindor!

*wibbles a little, considering how the last time he saw you, you were plunging into a firey chasm of doom*

You... you... Ai! *hugs fiercely*

[angsty_redhead]

*clings*

S'good to see you again, Cana.

[burny_shiny]

*Squeals quite loudly* BIG BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[angsty_redhead]

*smiles* Hi, Sil. It's... been awhile.

[burny_shiny]

Yeah... I hope Sis didn't hurt you too bad.

[angsty_redhead]

She didn't. Most of the hurting me was my doing entirely.

I hope Cana didn't do anything terribly silly with you?

[vardagilthoniel]

Heya Nelyo, good to see you around.

[angsty_redhead]

*bows* You too, My Lady.

[finweson]

Well well well. The lost son returns. Not even too badly burned, considering the circumstances.

Greetings, Nelyo dear. What happened to your hand? Wait, don't answer that.
...
I told you not to trust Arakáno's son.

Typist: Squeeeee! We have a Maitimo again! We have a Maitimo again!

[angsty_redhead]

A bit singed, maybe. ;)

I do trust him. The hand was better than the alternative, believe me.

Typist: *grin* Couldn't resist, mate. ;)

[finweson]

Indeed... indeed.

Well. I am, in fact, glad to see you again. I'd never say so in public, of course, but I am.

Typist: And I'm glad you couldn't *happy*