Oh. *face falls a little but not much really* That's too bad. Maybe some other time. Are you staying long? Uncle Olwë's in town! I haven't seen him yet because Daddy kicked him out but I think he's still here.
*folds his arms and smiles* So? Are you going to tell me more, o mysterious one? Or am I going to have to tickle it out of you because I will, you know.
*blushes big time* His name is Gil-galad. He's Noldorin and Daddy doesn't like the Noldor or boys really so he can't know. But he's really a lot of fun and nice and stuff and he doesn't mind sneaking around and he gave me flowers even though I had to get rid of them before I came home. *breathes*
That would be wonderful! Please do. *looks over her shoulder* I have to go pack now. Daddy's in his office having a nervous breakdown. Have a good trip home. *smiles*
Thanks, honey. Enjoy the seaside. *gives you a brief hug and slips a (pre-written) cheque (for a fairly significant sum of pocket-money) into your hand*
Oh, nobody really. But the last time anyone said "your brother's here," it turned out to be Olwë. Sort of a vague interpretation of the word 'brother'.
Ah, I see. So. You two still aren't entirely seeing eye to eye, then? *sighs* Silly question, I know. How's the family? I met Lúthien. She's looking well and happy. *smiles*
You're right. It's a very silly question. *grins* Lúthien is...doing well, I think. That no-account, lily-livered former husband of hers is back, too, but I'll be damned if I'm letting him get his clutches on her again.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear it. *sort of is, amazingly* I'll certainly do that. I know you have your own..things going on but it sure would be nice to see you around Menegroth more often. That way Olwë might annoy you instead of me.
Say hello to little- *mentally groping for a moment* -Celeborn from his greatest-uncle.
*smiles broadly* I will. I've told him about you and your underground city so I may be bringing him on a visit in the future. If he promises to behave.
*hugs you again* It really was good to see you again, brother.
*laughs* Oh, no matter. I truly don't mind them much until they're old enough to wreck the car and climb out their bedroom windows when they think you're not paying attention.
*hugs back tightly and grins* And you, as well. *warmly* No one deserves a completely batshit insane son less than you do, Elmo.