Now, Írisse, have you ever known me to get lost? *looks into the distance* Admittedly, I do enjoy taking the scenic route, from time to time. *looks straight back at you* You are looking well which is something my dear brother neglected to mention.
*takes your arm* I am glad to see that some of your brother's courtesy has somehow spread to you although I hold out less hope for Curvo.
I am not shopping, as it happens, although I would appreciate your assistance. I am looking for my son and I have been informed that he has gone to a pub, unsupervised. My Lómion is a little highly-strung, you see.
A pub, you say? *gravely* I've heard terrible things about these "pub" places. They serve alcohol which, I am told, can get one entirely intoxicated. *cheerfully* I'll come with you. I wouldn't mind casting an eye on the wine-list.
Hey, now. Hey. Now. I'm not making light of them at all. *with completely fake sympathy* I'm sure it's not easy for you, bringing up a hellion child on your own. I bet those brothers of yours are no help, eh?
This is not a social call.
Oh, I know. Strictly business. *can't help but wonder what price Doriath Red is fetching these days*
*snorts* Well, 'káno has his hands full with his own son and Turvo -- well -- Turvo has issues with my son. Something to do with the fall of Ondolindë, you see.
Now, Larry's. I think it's around the next corn-- Ah. Here we are. *wrinkles her nose* Well, if it doesn't look -- rustic.
Never fear, cousin, for am I here. Would you like to wait outside? I assume there is only one half-breed Noldo inside. I'm sure Turco would never forgive me if I exposed you to such a place.
*gives you a little bow before going inside* *takes a deep breath of that stale, smoke-y pub air* *murmurs* Yes, Turco would have a conniption. *walks right up to the bar and makes almost-polite enquiries as to the presence of a half-Sindarin, half-Noldorin brat who is, in fact, under-age but he, Morifinwë Carnister, would be willing to take care of him and will not even tell the authorities about such flagrant law-breaking on the part of whoever sold the kid the alcohol -- and the drugs? apparently?* *possibly allows the holster of his gun to be casually made visible under his leather jacket*
*folds his hands composedly on the table-top* My name is Morifinwë. I'm your mother's cousin. You may have heard of me because I'm not a particularly nice person and, coming from a family of not particularly nice people, that really is saying a great deal. Now, your mother is waiting for you outside. She is not happy and, coming from a family that specialises in not being happy, that is also saying a great deal.
*shoots one hand out across the table to grip your wrist tightly* Now. There will be no attempts at escaping. In fact, you will do your best to arrange your features into something resembling remorse, got it?
Has anyone ever told you that you're a scary mother-fucker, man? Because, really? You are. I mean, you should have met my old man? He was scary too and -- wait. My mother's outside? Outside, like, here?
Has anyone ever told you that you're a scary mother-fucker, man?
*breezily* All the time, man. Now, come along. *pulls you to your feet and shoves you along in front of him and out the door* Írissë? This is yours, I believe?
Lómion! Look at the state of you! *distractedly* Thank our cousin for-- You stink of cigarettes! Have you been smoking? Let me smell your breath! That is the last time I leave you at home alone!
*turns back to Maeglin* Really, young man, what were you thinking? Are you intent on bringing disgrace on my our family's name? And where is your cousin? Is he not with you?
Gil-galad? Hell, no. He went to see that kid of his? I think? And, well, Uncle Fingon fell asleep when we were playing "I Spy" and I just felt like going for a walk and I came in here because I thought I'd get something to eat and I did, I had pizza, and there's nothing like pizza, really, is there? Are we going home now?
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