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*flies home, having finally put Írissë on a plane back to Hísilómë* *thinks he just may sleep for a hundred years or so*
*makes a call to a certain man about a certain house and another call to have someone out immediately to sweep his own home for cameras and other recording devices, per his cousin's description of Eöl's obscene setup*
*drops his keys on the hall table and checks the mail* *finds an envelope addressed "Curufin Fëanorion, c/o Celegorm Fëanorion"*
*opens it, takes the contents into the living room, and stretches out on the couch to see how much the bitch is going to cost read them* *realizes he's starving and sends to the kitchen for some food*
*is informed that there will be a bit of a delay as his dear brother has eaten all the caviar in the house*
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Current Mood:
moody
Tags:
curufin, celegorm
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