From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 17:33:36

*takes your arm*

*softly* Don't you remember?

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 17:35:26

*thinks about it for a while*

*turning to you* Do you mind if we...well. Didn't go?

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 17:41:34

*covers up her wild relief*

*(fucking opera. fucking. opera.)*

I guess that's all right. *squeezes your hand and smiles bravely* We can do anything you want.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 17:45:29

*vaguely* Don't really feel like doing anything. *concentrating* I'm sorry. I drag you out, it slips my mind...and what happened to all the hours? *in a small voice* There used to be more.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 17:47:07

*puts her arms around you*

You have to stop all this. This isn't you.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 17:54:09

*extricates himself from your arms impatiently*

What then should I do, Finduilas? What?

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 18:03:55

*frustrated* It's all in the past! And we all have things to forget, not just you.

*shaking her head sadly* Can't you just talk to me about it? What happened to you then doesn't matter anymore. Do you honestly think anyone cares about the bad things, after what you did for the world?

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 18:07:00

*is starting to get that familiar skin-crawly feeling associated with a craving, erudammit*

*laughs bitterly* What I did for the world? Kill a few orcs, a dragon? Or do you mean destroying Nargothrond? *sarcastically* Yeah, I imagine that makes everything all right.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 18:09:29

*cannot believe what she's hearing*

You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? That would explain some things, I admit.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 18:13:10

No, I don't. *deadpans* Shockingly. I guess my memory's not what it used to be.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 18:15:36

*takes your hand again and drags you over to a bench*

*sits*

*wonders how to best explain this* Well. You remember Morgoth?

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 18:17:55

*doesNOTwanttobedoingthisrightnow*

*bluntly* Curse guy. Big, scary, evil sort? I hear he and my dad go way back. Of course, I never met him personally.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 18:20:12

*nervously* Heh. Yeah. That's the funny thing. You killed him. At the end of the world? Really big shindig, lots of Valar, dragons, blood, guts, et cetera?

Is this ringing any bells?

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 18:21:20

I...



...killed Morgoth.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 18:22:35

*nods* That's right.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 18:23:31

Huh.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 18:26:49

No flashbacks yet, anyway. No flashbacks are good!

*exasperatedly* So will you PLEASE just come home and talk to me about the other nonsense and get it out of your head? I know you're afraid it'll all drive you mad but would insanity be so bad if we're together? *looking on the bright side, leik whoa*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 18:31:23

*feels his head starting to swim in that most nauseating way*

*what did he say about the fucking memories? what did he say??*

would insanity be so bad?

*drawing in a gasping breath* Let you know in about two minutes?

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 18:36:15

*well, you could have tried a lousy tranquilizer first, you know*

Just breathe! Breeeeeathe. Inhale, exhale...oh Eru they don't teach a girl anything useful in whore school!

Come on, let's get you somewhere quiet, or to the hospital, or...something. *helps you to your feet*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 18:39:42

*bReAtHeS* *twitchily* Just have to...get some help...be right back...

*pushes you away weakly*

*concentrates on putting one foot in front of the other*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 18:44:40

*realizing the futility of this situation*

'Help'. Right. Yes. *to your retreating figure* Well, I'm going home and unplugging my phone and moving the spare key. *angrily* So keep killing yourself or do whatever you like, Túrin, because I'm SO finished with you! Have a nice life!





*probably won't actually move the spare key from under the doormat*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 18:47:43

*was actually sort of thinking maybe Beleg would know what to do about the looming insanity thing*

*oh yeah. she hates him too. shit.*





*good to know, thanks*