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[doomsman]

*is stressed, erudammit*

*can't cope with uppity Noldorin ghosts who won't play checkers and who keep demanding to be let out*

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[bastard_irmo]

*manifests*

Sibling!!!

I have news. I've hired a secretary. She starts... soon.

[bastard_irmo]

*sighs*

If there was anything else I could do I'd be doing it.

[ar_feiniel]

Thank you.

How's Glorfindel?

[bastard_irmo]

Shakey, but better than he was. This hasn't been easy on him. Or anyone for that matter.

And apparently Feanor's offered up a choice of one of his daughters and hard cash for anyone who kills the dragon.

[ar_feiniel]

Good old Fefe.

*concerned about Glorfindel though*

[bastard_irmo]

If it's any consolation, the wife's keeping an eye on Glorfindel.

[ar_feiniel]

Good.

*sheds a few ghostly tears*

[bastard_irmo]

*comes up with a random idea*

*clicks his fingers and makes a pile of books and magazines manifest along with a specially trained helper monkey*

There. The monkey's trained to hear and obey your vocal instructions so he can turn pages for you. At least that way you can read.

[ar_feiniel]

*half-smile* Thanks.

[bastard_irmo]

*turns to the monkey*

Mojo!!! You hear and obey this nice ethereal lady, you hear?

*gets an affirmative primate squeak and salute*

[ar_feiniel]

:)

[bastard_irmo]

Right. And on that note I'd probably better be off.

I should be around soon enough. And if there's anything you want to tell people back home I'll happily play messenger boy.

Fuck knows I've got little to nothing else to do.

[ar_feiniel]

Thanks. I... Just tell them I miss them. And tell them I'm sorry.

[bastard_irmo]

Hey. Don't beat yourself up. It's not your fault, it's that shithead glaurung who's hopefully going to wind up being made into handbags soon.