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[maglor_harper]

*Hauls himself to his feet and manges to hobble around without falling flat on his face.*

HA! In your face pointy cliff-rocks, I'm back on me feet. In a way.

*Sits down again and lights a celebratory cigar*

Now...to see if I can negotiate the steps to the talan. If I set adside an entire afternoon to do it, I should manage...

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[olorin_the_maia]

*comes around to see you*

Nearly on your feet again? Jolly good. My apologies for not stopping by sooner. News does tend to miss you when you're a quasi-recluse.

[olorin_the_maia]

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...

Are you quite all right?

[maglor_harper]

Hmm? Oh I'm fine. Biscuit?

[caranthire]

Did someone say tea?

*stops and stares at you*

[olorin_the_maia]

0_o

Strumpets? ...Crumpets?

[caranthire]

Just tea...

So. Which medddling bastard are you?

[olorin_the_maia]

Olórin...though you probably know me better as the father of your eldest child the popular syndicated advice columnist "Dear-

...

Well. Just Olórin then.

[caranthire]

. . .

I... see.

What the hell was the female variation of myself THINKING?!

[olorin_the_maia]

Not a whole lot, to be honest.

:|

:D

[caranthire]

So. About that tea then...

[olorin_the_maia]

Charmed, I'm sure.

Help yourself.