WHERE'S MY SILMARIL?

IS THE FUCKING DRAGON DEAD YET?

AND IS THE MARINER DEAD YET?

*goes out to the garden after dinner to smoke a cigar*

*sits down and looks up at the sky*

*gets the feeling that something is amiss but can't quite put his finger on it*

...

...

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What the fuck is that bastard Eärendil playing at?!?!!?

*turns up at Fin and Turco's looking for Fingolfin*

*quietly seeks him out, carrying his son*

*strolls by and sees his brother wandering around with a lost expression splayed across his features*

*frowns, trying to suppress the little voice ordering him to go look after his younger half brother*

*quietly groans as the voice refuses to go away, and tentatively heads over towards Fingolfin*

*decides that it's probably best that the Numenoreans hear about Caranthir from him first*

*sets out to the embassy*

*brings a bottle of wine to ease the trauma of the situation*

*sighs*

FAMILY!!! Gather 'round, ALL OF YOU. Especially Caranthire's kids.

Now. We have a LITTLE situation on our hands, but if we all act rationally I'm sure it won't be that much of a problem.

*stops and thinks for a minute*

*realises he currently has a grand total of eight of his grandchildren living under his roof*

Oh bloody hell. What was I THINKING?!

*figures it's high bloody time Maglor was discharged from Irmo and Este's care*

*marches over to see what the score is*

*receives an arrival of several boxes of cigars*

*takes one over to Fingolfin as part of their "truce"*

*and certainly has NOTHING to do with seeing how he's holding up or ANYTHING considerate like that, this is ALL entirely for peace of mind and a successful Noldor secession and GENERALLY pissing off Ingwe >:D*

*well... maybe a LITTLE concern, ( Read more... )

*puts the finishing touches at last on the sword he said he'd make for Fingolfin*

*glares critically at the sword then deems it more than adequate, even by his own obsessive standards*

*polishes it up and sends his brother a note to come pick it up*