From: telerinking	Date: 02/17/2007 12:06:33

*arrives for his appointment all bright-eyed and chipper!*

*comes in an plops in the chair opposite your desk*

FINGON, PAL. GREAT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!

	From: skilledhero	Date: 02/17/2007 12:11:39

*winces*

*courteously* Olwë. To what to I owe the displeasure of your company here in Hithlum.

	From: telerinking	Date: 02/17/2007 12:15:31

*puts his hands behind his head*

*gives you a big grin* Well, I was thinking. "Gee, it's been ages since I've seen Fingon. Simply Ages." Why, the last time I saw you I think was when you were putting a sword through my son's stomach. *waves his hand* But that's history, isn't it. I just thought we should get reacquainted since we're going to be family and all!!

	From: skilledhero	Date: 02/17/2007 12:18:36

*resists the urge to put his head in his hands* *picks up an unbroken pencil*

But that's history, isn't it.

*dryly* It seems like another lifetime, Olwë.

I just thought we should get reacquainted since we're going to be family and all!

*calmly* Why? Is your daugher marrying my uncle again?

	From: telerinking	Date: 02/17/2007 12:21:00

Oh, no, they can't stand each other and he's celibate. It's beautiful really.

*sits forward as if he is just shocked* What?! You mean to tell me you haven't heard? No one's told you? Oh my. *chuckles*

	From: skilledhero	Date: 02/17/2007 12:26:37

He's celibate? Huh.

*twirls the pencil around in his fingers*

*with calm that is now rather forced* No one's told me what, Olwë? Is this to be twenty questions because I warn you -- *eyes the clock* -- you only have thirteen minutes before my next appointment.

*looks up as Margaret comes in with coffee and painkillers* Thank Yavanna for small mercies.

	From: telerinking	Date: 02/17/2007 12:30:43

*laughs* Not twenty questions, no. *can't help but check out Margaret's ass as she leaves*

*sits back and opens his arms wide*

Your son got my daughter pregnant! Isn't it sweet?

	From: skilledhero	Date: 02/17/2007 12:34:12

*snaps! the pencil*

*through gritted teeth* He. Did. What? I didn't even know he knew your daughter.

	From: telerinking	Date: 02/17/2007 12:36:35

*positively grins*

Got her pregnant. You know, knocked up? Up the duff? Tiny Noldorin bun in the oven? I doubt they actually knew each other. You're gonna be a grampa, Fingon. Cheer up!

	From: skilledhero	Date: 02/17/2007 12:40:55

You seem cheerful enough for both of us, Olwë. You're not calling for my son's head, I note. Why would that be?

*wonders where his son is and how long it will be before Gil-galad is standing in front of his desk, explaining himself*

	From: telerinking	Date: 02/17/2007 12:43:38

What can I say, Fingon? I'm a sucker for family. Now, I'm not saying they should get married. In fact, there's not a chance in hell that's happening. The girl married a Noldo once and that was a mistake. But we are going to share a grandsonchild. We're going to be one big, happy family. *points his finger at you with a grin* No stabbing now.

	From: skilledhero	Date: 02/17/2007 12:45:52

*with forced good humour* Ahahaha, like the thought of stabbing you ever crossed my mind.

*gulps his coffee* Well, now that you've been the bearer of bad glad tidings, is there anything else I can do for you before I call for my son's head?

	From: telerinking	Date: 02/17/2007 12:49:00

*ponders for a moment* Nah, not that I can think of.

*causally* My guy will talk to your guy about child support and all. *reaches over and takes a huge handful of mints out of the bowl on your desk* Cheers, Fingon, it's been great.

	From: skilledhero	Date: 02/17/2007 12:54:30

*stands up* Allow me to see you out, Olwë.

*moves the mints out of reach once you've helped yourself* *is not letting you eat him out of house and home just yet*

*walks over to the door and opens it* Margaret? See that Lord Olwë finds his way out?

	From: telerinking	Date: 02/17/2007 12:57:30

*pats you on the back hard* It was great talking to you, Fingon. See ya around!

*gives Margaret a little wink and a pat on the backside* Let's roll, doll.

	From: maidros	Date: 02/17/2007 13:04:26

*happens to be loitering near Fingon's office* *no reason*

*attempts to hide behind a large pillar as the door opens*

	From: telerinking	Date: 02/17/2007 13:10:22

*sees you and gives you a wink*

*calls back to Fingon* I knew you like the redheads, man, but I always thought you were gay. *laughs* She's an improvement.

	From: maidros	Date: 02/17/2007 13:14:41

*smiles faintly with confusion* He likes redheads, huh?

	From: telerinking	Date: 02/17/2007 13:44:18

Tall redheads named Maedhros, yeah. But don't let that scare you off, honey. He could use a good lay. Loosen him up a bit.

	From: skilledhero	Date: 02/17/2007 14:01:48

*from his office doorway* Russandol? What on Órë are you still doing here? Same to you, Olwë.

	From: telerinking	Date: 02/17/2007 14:04:29

*looks from the girl to you and back to the girl again*

Hol-y shit.

*starts laughing* Ahahahahahahaha. I'll leave you two kids alone. *starts walking backwards. still laughing* Don't have too much fun.

	From: skilledhero	Date: 02/17/2007 14:07:34

*is sorely tempted to get on to security and have them release the hounds*

*instead, guides Maedhros into his office*

	From: maidros	Date: 02/17/2007 15:47:45

*looks very uncomfortable* I'm sorry, I really didn't want to stay but Aredhel said I had to and she's really hard to argue with.

	From: skilledhero	Date: 02/17/2007 16:02:20

*nearly smiles* That she is. That she is.

	From: maidros	Date: 02/17/2007 16:51:11

*lightly* Are all Noldor so inflexible?

	From: skilledhero	Date: 02/17/2007 16:58:00

*shrugs* Well, all the female Noldor are.

*gazes out through the window, rather distracted by the knowledge of what his son has done*

	From: maidros	Date: 02/17/2007 17:04:30

*laughs softly* Then I have some learning to do, I think.

	From: skilledhero	Date: 02/17/2007 17:11:32

*vaguely* Oh, don't worry. You were always more bloody-minded than most.

	From: maidros	Date: 02/17/2007 17:14:34

I wish I could remember.

*can see that you're pretty distracted* I'm sorry. I'm keeping you from your work. *stands up* I'll see myself out.

	From: skilledhero	Date: 02/17/2007 17:17:52

Huh? Oh, oh. Yes, sorry, Russandol. See you around.

*reaches for the intercom* Show in my next appointment, Margaret. And keep the coffee and ibuprofen rolling. *--* Yes, thank you for your concern, Margaret. I promise not to overdose on painkillers today, OK? OK.