*wonders if his sister would hold it against him if he had her son locked up*
*thinks that the best thing to do would be to remove Gil-galad from Maeglin's influence* *decides to take him to Delving so that he can face up to certain responsibilities* *supposes that he should pen in a little time for some sort of father-son chat?*
*buzzes through to Margaret that he'll be out of the office for the day, at least*
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I don't think it would be very proper. This is a very important moment for Gil-- *is flustered* In any case, I'm pretty sure there's a warrant out for your arrest in Delving.
*crosses his arms* Well, I don't think my mother would be very pleased if you left me here all alone. *looks out the window, as though it pains him to look at you* But don't mind me. I'm used to being deserted by my closest kin.
But you wouldn't be all alone. We have lots of security guards, don't we?
*guilt, guilt, guilt*
*just knows he's going to regret this* Fine. Pack some clothes and we'd best be on our way. *goes to his door and hollers for Gil-galad to get a move on*
Marvellous. Now we happy few can get going. Gil-galad, you're driving. Your aunt has taken the private jet to Himlad and did not see fit to return it. *picks up his sandwiches* I can only assume that this so she has it at hand when the inevitable massive row occurs. She does so like to make an exit. Maeglin. Packing light, I see? Come on then. Let's go.