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[gothmogbalrog]

*wonders where his baby girl has gotten to*

*tries to stay calm as his brain gives him all the options of her whereabouts, starting, of course, with the most paranoid notions first*

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[spawnofgothmog]

*sneaks in after her 'night out' to see you pacing*

Shit.

[spawnofgothmog]

*reaches for it protectively*

Miro made it.

[meldamelisse]

Did he now...

What IS it? I've never seen anything like it.

[spawnofgothmog]

*warily* Just a fiery jewel.

[meldamelisse]

Suro must have a look at this...

[spawnofgothmog]

Uhm. . . I don't see why he'd be interested.

[meldamelisse]

*rolls her eyes*

Well, OBVIOUSLY it's something unique and in case you don't remember, Sauron was very close to your little boyfriend's half-brother and has a thing for jewellery.

[spawnofgothmog]

I don't want him hatching any plots that involve Miro, if you don't mind. >:|

[meldamelisse]

Oh don't be ridiculous. Throwing your life and affection away on some wretched elf? If you're going to sleep with him you might as well take advantage of what skills he has to offer.

[spawnofgothmog]

>:|

It's none of your business what I do with my life.

[meldamelisse]

So you like keeping the company of cattle such as your mother's family even though most of them probably can't stand the fact you're some half-breed abomination?

[spawnofgothmog]

PISS OFF. >:|

[meldamelisse]

FUCK YOU! >:|

[gothmogbalrog]

*escapes the wrath of Thuringwethil and finds you two at each others throats*

Oh lord...

MELDAMELISSE! KULINAIEL!!! STOP THAT BOTH OF YOU!

[meldamelisse]

*scowls*

I was merely expressing my concern over the company your daughter and my niece is keeping.

[gothmogbalrog]

...

And WHAT company might THAT be?