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... not a morgue, I said. Why is no one listening to me?
*now has the dead bodies of Finarfin, Angrod and Celegorm in his care*
*is less than happy with this, but not blaming the wrong people this time, at least*
*might need Eöl to take his mind off all this annoying stuff* -
... Lórien was not meant to be a morgue!
It takes some time until Fëanor even manages to convince Irmo that it was not him who killed Basil. Irmo is rather prejudiced there. When he finally believes that somebody else was the murderer - which is after he has seen the neck-wound and the lack of blood, which is, as far as he knows, not the kind of killing blow Fëanor would deliver - he ( Read more... ) -
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After the execution, Rosier's body has been taken by Irmo, as nobody else seemed to want to take responsibility for it. So it comes that Rosier enjoys an honour that no other mortal ever came to enjoy, and, indeed, that no mortal could enjoy for long if he were yet alive: His body is resting ( Read more... ) -
*clears throat*
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*grumbles* Oh very well.
*busies self with concocting nice reassuring self-esteem-building and possibly arousing dreams for Armand St. Just*
*to self, with a slight sneer* Firyafinwë. Honestly. *shakes head* -
Well, well.
I do not mind to do people a favour occasionally, and I certainly am glad to help.
But maybe somebody should remind Curufinwë Fëanáro High King of the Noldor that I am not his errand-boy.
That is all.