*tries to get her head around the latest happenings in Hithlum*
*addresses the tropical fish in the big tank in the main foyer*
So. Russandol and 'káno are sleeping together, and Findaráto and Turvo are sleeping together and somehow this is news? Elwë is sending pretty little spies who can't even speak Quenya.
*scatters some food into the fish tank* Whatever next, hmm?
*pulls away from you* No, Mom. I'm not sick. I don't have a fever. I think it might just have been something I ate? I guess you're really not supposed to mix the blue pill and the red pill. Or maybe I'm hungry and it's something I didn't eat? I'm not sure.
*just looks at you* Oh, Lómion. How long have you been back? Where have you been? Why didn't you come straight to see me?
*ushers you into the nearest room (which happens to be Fingon's office) and sits you down* You said you're hungry? What do you feel like? I'll have the chef cook you something special.
*looks at Fingon appraisingly* So you're the gay one, huh? You look fucking nothing like Mom or Uncle Turgon. Do you all have the same dad or what?
Oh, oh, and you want me to stay away from your son because he's my cousin, is that it? Oh, I see what you did there. That's kind of funny but I thought you were all about fucking cousins or was that just a rumour?
Working? 'káno? *nods* He pretty much never does anything else. Even before he had his Very! Own! Kingdom! he was a little on the obsessive-compulsive side.