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[lord_feanor]

*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*

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[_fingolfin]

*drops by*

*keeps an eye out for booby traps or anything that looks likely to impale/strangle/dismember him*

[lord_feanor]

*opens the door as he sees you walking towards the house*

Ah. Fingolfin. Keep away from the piranha pond... and avoid that particular patch of grass there to the left... there. You're fine now.

[_fingolfin]

Right. What lovely...decor.

I'm glad you're finished. My former son-in-law's begging for a killing. :D

[lord_feanor]

What, Eol?

Well. Shock horror. Something else we can agree on.

*hands over the blade*

Do please make him suffer.