*reads in the paper that Thingol has gone out of town* (*without his wife, which could prove interesting*)
Hot damn! *is all smiles as he places The Phone Call* Boys! Start closing up shop. I want you up here a week from Monday. Time's right.
*decides to celebrate by cruising for prime 'real estate'*
*wanders through the most decrepit part of town, where all the junkies and the hookers (hey!) and the homeless are, keeping an eye out for just the right spot*
*sees a modest-looking building right in the midst of the worst of it claiming to be a House of Worship*
Ahahahaha right. *heads inside to have a look around*
*comes out to meet you in the vestibule when he hears the door open*
Welcome, friend. Would you care for a cup of coffee? It's really really terrible, if you believe the comment cards hot.
*doesn't recognize you in the slightest but can't help but think you look like Trouble, with a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'Player'*
Oh, we go way back, you and I. It's too bad about not having your memories and all. We could share a laugh about your crazy brothers and all their antics. *maybe possibly squeezes your shoulder very tightly* You don't remember your brothers at all? Your nephews?
*sidles away from you in a hurry* Brothers? Nephews? I've heard a few things around town, but I'm a bit fuzzy on the details, unfortunately. I haven't had much time to read up on the histories.
*gulps* So was there something I can help you with, or...? *hopefully* The next sermon's not for another two hours.
*manic grin* No, no, I just... I heard you were here and I wanted to catch up on family news. Too bad you don't remember. Ah, well, some other time.
*turns as if he's about to leave*
*starts laughing* Actually... *turns around* I've got a great story about THE TIME YOUR BROTHERS CAME AND MURDERED MY FUCKING PEOPLE AND STOLE OUR BOATS.
*takes a few swift steps towards you and pins you against the wall*
*ominously* Well. If you happen to see your brother, do tell them that if they come near my family again we'll see who the real Kinslayers are. Those were my sons. Not that I can ever really remember their names, but still.
*stares at you closely, as if he's going to rip your spleen out and eat it raw in front of you*
*looks rather sad for a moment behind all the fear* I'm very sorry for your loss. I didn't catch your name...? And who are these brothers of mine again?
You don't honestly expect me to refer you to some drug dealers, do you? It's my job to help them find their way to Eru, not to spur them--or you--to further iniquity. Was that somehow unclear? *nervously glances at a children's flannel board story depicting the the creation of Arda to see if there's some Morgothian taint he missed*
*decides yours is only logical behavior for someone as touched in the head as you seem to be*
*laughs* What, I don't want drugs. What do I look like, a fucking idiot? That stuffs fries your brain, man. You should see my boys. I just want to... *waves his hand* Nah. Nevermind. I thought that you'd have your hand in it a little, being the spiritual connection round here and all. Thought I'd help you out a little. Get the guys out of here so my kids can take over.
Right, right, got it. Thanks, kid, it's been a blast.
*heads for the door* You should stop by the house sometime not that we have one. I know Eärwen would love to see you like Elwë'd love a hole in his head.