From: tyelcormo	Date: 05/21/2007 10:31:14

*is informed that he has a visitor* *makes a mental note to dock the pay of every single person on his staff who directly or indirectly allowed some strange girl to just barge into his home unannounced*

*strides out to the lounge in search of you*

	From: haladwen	Date: 05/21/2007 10:36:25

*is sitting sideways in a chair just inside the door, one leg flung over the arm and swinging*

Hiya! *looks you over* Wow. You must be Celegorm. *brightly* That fucker left out all the good shit. Wow. *sticks out her hand to shake*

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 05/21/2007 10:39:36

*eyes your hand incredulously* *makes no move to touch it, of course*

Who or what are you, and what are you doing in my house?

	From: haladwen	Date: 05/21/2007 10:48:21

*shrugs and drops her hand*

*popping her gum* Haleth, daughter of Haldad, nice ta meetcha. Caranthir must've told you 'bout me, right? *crosses her fingers* We were like that. I heard he was hanging around here...?

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 05/21/2007 10:53:46

*tightly* If he had, I'd blocked it from my mind for all eternity forgotten. *still has not entirely recovered from the offense of your presence*

*looks down at your swinging foot kicking the side of his furniture* *coldly* That chair is made of imported Rhûnian leather.

	From: haladwen	Date: 05/21/2007 11:01:53

That chair is made of imported Rhûnian leather.

*cheerfully* Well, good on you, mate, 'cause I'm comfy as a pig in shit. *absorbs the expression on your face after a second* *stops kicking* Oh. Sorry! *swings her leg around and stands up*

*walks around the room peering at things* These are some real swanky digs you got yourself here. *laughs* I'm scared to touch anything.

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 05/21/2007 11:07:56

*follows you in a hurry* *with completely sincerity* Good. If you touch anything else, I may have to kill you.

*rubs his temples* What is it you said you wanted?! *weighs the pros of bodily tossing you out his front door against the cons of potentially being infected with peasant*

	From: haladwen	Date: 05/21/2007 11:14:01

I may have to kill you

*chuckles* For a second there I thought you hadn't got any sense of humor whatsoever. Fuckin' Noldor. No offense, mate.

*curiously inspects a sculpture on a shelf from all angles* Caranthir. He about? He owes me money. Or I owe him money. Or we left in the middle of a game of Risk, I forget. *turns to look at you and knocks the sculpture off the shelf with her elbow*

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 05/21/2007 11:16:20

*lunges and catches the sculpture a split second before it hits the floor*

*replaces it on the shelf carefully* *bReAThes*

*venomously* Out.

	From: haladwen	Date: 05/21/2007 11:22:44

*backs away from anything fragile-looking* Sorry! Sorry...oh jeez. I'm always doing shit like that, you know? But wow, you got great reflexes, bro. I bet you get up at fucking...six o'clock every day to work out, huh? *considers* You remind me of that guy in that one movie...? Really into working out and what people wear and what people order at restaurants and what their business cards look like and whatever. My brother read the book I think. I don't have time for that shit, you know? I just told him to underline the fuck scenes. Am I babbling? I'm babbling, huh? I babble when I fuck shit up. GAH. I'm always doing shit like that, you know?

Out.

*tentatively* Uh. I can just hang 'til he comes back then? I guess?

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 05/21/2007 11:27:43

*wonders if you remember that Turco Mk. II the guy in the book/movie was also a homicidal maniac*

No. You. Out!

*grabs hold of your wrist and drags you out of the room and toward the front door*

	From: haladwen	Date: 05/21/2007 11:36:22

*almost loses her footing when she's yanked across the floor* *stumbles to keep up of her own accord*

The fuck is your problem, mate? I'll take off, already! You coulda asked nicely! *considers* Tell Caranthir I said hi, wouldja?

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 05/21/2007 11:42:35

*pulls you out the door and points south* Follow that road, take your last left before you get into town, and walk until you reach Thargelion. He's bound to show up there eventually.

Five o'clock. Every day. *actually picks you up and carries you down the steps* *drops you unceremoniously on his front lawn* Good day to you. *turns and goes back inside* *slams the door as hard as he can*

	From: haladwen	Date: 05/21/2007 11:44:36

*calls after you* Okay! We'll do lunch sometime!

*rubs her bruised behind* Psycho.

	From: tyelcormo	Date: 05/21/2007 11:54:59

*takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes his hands with it* *holds it between two fingers to pass it to his personal assistant* Burn that. *thinks for a moment before stripping off his shirt and handing her that as well* And that. *pauses* And the chair.

*stalks off to shower for a thousand years*

	From: haladwen	Date: 05/21/2007 11:55:24

*dusts herself off and wanders in the direction of town to see whether the guy at the post office who gave her directions wants to get a drink at whatever passes for a pub around here*

*whistles cheerily*