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[gil_estel]

*Awakes in the Gardens of Lorien, feeling decidedly less pain-wracked than he has in recent days.*

*Settles back down on his bed and sighs contentedly as he hears the soft strains of the Venus flytraps singing four-part harmony in the distance.*

*sits up suddenly and panics* The Silmaril! Where is it!?

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[gentle_este]

*Makes her presence known in your mind.*

It's with me, it's safe, relax.

[bastard_irmo]

*appears, looking considerably less exhausted*

[gentle_este]

Hello hubbie! You're looking awake.

[bastard_irmo]

Yes! I am! I feel it too! How're things looking then?

[gentle_este]

Oh it's fine. Eärendil is awake and panicking, so he's almost back to normal. I'll let him go home in another day or so.

[bastard_irmo]

Ahhh. That's a relief.

[gentle_este]

So, he's all right, the jewel is all right, Feanor hasn't tried to kill anyone, Caranthire is back to normal, Anaire's hroa is in good order...Eru. I think we've actually got everything under control! :D

[bastard_irmo]

That's...

Are you sure? There's still a dragon on the loose.

[gentle_este]

Well...yes...but that's not our brief.

[bastard_irmo]

Oh, I don't know... fucking with the bastard lizard's head might be highly satisfying...

[gentle_este]

Well yes. Give him a taste of his own medicine. Just don't get roasted.

[bastard_irmo]

Yes, well... vengeance. Cold. Best served.

[gentle_este]

Yes. Cold as opposed to getting cooked by dragon-fire.

[bastard_irmo]

Although... a dragon thinking he's a pigeon would be pretty entertaining...

[gentle_este]

Not only would he look ridiculous but he'd be terrified of you!

[bastard_irmo]

EXACTLY!! I could chase him around with a big stick and shout at him and he'd shit himself!