From: elrondmd	Date: 01/18/2007 21:24:01

*looks up when the fluorescent light in the corner of his office ceiling finally stops flickering after days of irritating him*

Praise be to Eru.

	From: tuivana	Date: 01/18/2007 21:25:15

*eru??*

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/18/2007 21:27:44

*it's just an expression!*

*don't fry his records database! the software's ancient and counter-intuitive as it is!*

	From: tuivana	Date: 01/18/2007 21:29:19

*you Eruhíni are such odd creatures*

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/18/2007 21:45:35

*nearly walks straight into you, looking utterly exhausted from days of virtually fruitless research in Thingol's libraries*

Sorry, pardon me...sorry.

*notices you looking at him strangely*

Can I help you with something, milady...?

	From: tuivana	Date: 01/18/2007 21:47:40

*cocks her head to the side*

Vána. I do not require any help, Túrin, son of Húrin. But thank you for inquiring.

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/18/2007 21:49:55

*is clearly surprised that you know his name* Vána. Have we met?

*and is beginning to be downright unnerved by your odd stare* Is there something you wanted?

	From: tuivana	Date: 01/18/2007 21:54:38

*matter-of-factly* Yes. We have.

*considers the question carefully* At this time I desire some fruit salad, an infant, and a new one-handed keyboard. But I see that you are uncomfortable. Perhaps the question you wished to ask was "What are you doing?"

*smilingly* In which case I shall answer that I am simply cataloguing and cross-referencing.

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/18/2007 21:57:36

*looking suspicious* And what are you cataloguing, exactly? *crossly* I could have used your help in the archives earlier. Or yesterday. Or the day before.

*wonders, not for the first time, whether Beleg has turned up anything interesting*

	From: tuivana	Date: 01/18/2007 22:05:24

*lightly, as if you should know better* There is much I did not have time to commit to memory at our last meeting. It was very brief, after all.

Now I can add the following information: *looks you over slowly, from head to toe* Height: One hundred ninety and one-half centimeters. Weight: Between eighty and eighty-two kilograms. *pinches your side* Body fat percentage: Twelve. *takes hold of your wrist and inspects your fingers carefully* Approximate length-

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/18/2007 22:07:02

OKAYokaythat'squiteenoughofthat. Thank you.

*says nothing at all for a long moment* What else do you know about me?

	From: tuivana	Date: 01/18/2007 22:08:09

*pauses, confused*

*resumes* Approximate length-

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/18/2007 22:09:26

*quickly interrupts you again*

Lunatics. They're all lunatics.

*shaking his head* What I meant was...can you tell me anything about my history? About...my past life?

	From: tuivana	Date: 01/18/2007 22:19:16

Much of the population is quite sane, actually.

Oh! *happily* Of course! *folds her hands, clearly getting ready for a long monologue* Túrin, also called Thaliodrin, Neithan, Gorthol, Agarwaen, Adanedhel, Mormegil, Turambar, etc., son of Húrin Thalion and Morwen Eledhwen. Siblings: Two. Spouses: One. Master swordsman and renowned leader of men. Raised in Doriath, mentored by Beleg Cúthalion, whom he later-

*distracted* Oh, look! I'm sure that lady over there is Eilinel, wife of Gorlim the Unhappy. I have absolutely nothing on her.

*already hurrying away* Please come to my gardens one day for further conversation and agreeable sustenance. Goodbye!

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/18/2007 22:23:29

*doesn't quite know how to react to your thought in his head*

*then suddenly twigs to where he's seen your name mentioned*

*listens with excitement as you start to get into the details*

Yes...mm-hmm...yes...I married?...yes...I see...WAIT! *calls after you in vain as you run off* WHAT ABOUT-! Beleg?

*sIgHs*