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[gothmogbalrog]

*appears in the temple, battered and wounded and with a blood-stained Lisse*

SAURON!!

I NEED YOUR PALANTIR!!!! >:|

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[meldamelisse]

*takes a minute to sit down and look at the extent of her wounds*

>:|

Fucking little feanorian trollop.

[meldamelisse]

I suppose it's better taken out on inanimate objects.

*catches your hand with hers and squeezes gently*

[_annatar]

Unless one is dealing with Irmo.

Did he touch you?

[meldamelisse]

When, during the fracas? He wasn't there.

[_annatar]

No.

. . .When he was impersonating me.

[meldamelisse]

I'm not sure it was him.

But he did bite my ear and pin me down. >.

[_annatar]

Who else could it have been? He's one of the few people that knows.

I WILL find a way to get that bastard. >:|

[meldamelisse]

*shakes her head*

He smelled different. There was still the scent of drugs but... I'm almost certain it wasn't Irmo.

That doesn't mean the fucker's not behind it though. >:|

[_annatar]

Hmm. .. Orome?

[meldamelisse]

...

Maybe. :S

[_annatar]

He has more of a grudge against me than most of them.

[meldamelisse]

Well. It would make sense.

*examines the cut on her arm and winces slightly*

Fucking bitch. >:|

[_annatar]

Caranthire? Yes, she is, isn't she?

[meldamelisse]

Well. I think that easily qualifies as one of the worst days of my life.

[_annatar]

Ah, just let me tell you about some of the bad days I've had and you'll be much cheerier.

[meldamelisse]

*smirks*

Oh, I can believe that.