From: mablung	Date: 06/19/2007 20:55:03

*stops in at Larry's after a long, hard day of basically doing nothing*

*notices you (a.k.a. the Charmingly Sinister and Eccentric Elu-cousin...ish) sitting up at the bar and takes the stool next to yours*

*claps you on the back* *chipperly* Eöl! Long time no see. Erm. Since-last-week no see.

	From: moriquende	Date: 06/19/2007 20:58:22

*continues staring into a bowl of pretzels as if personally offended by them*

Touch me again and I'll stab you in your sleep. *looks up and bares his teeth in something resembling a smile* *perfunctorily* Mablung.

	From: mablung	Date: 06/19/2007 21:00:45

*chuckles* What a kidder. What's got your blood up then, hmm? Slow day at the factory? *frowns slightly, thinking* Are there fast days at the factory?

	From: moriquende	Date: 06/19/2007 21:04:01

*folds his hands and regards you disinterestedly*

Would you like to know? *cocks his head to the side* Tell me. What would you do if you discovered your wife was fucking her cousin right under your lenses nose? *adds as an afterthought* And you came home to find you no longer had a home because it was in itty bitty pieces? *laughs shrilly*

	From: mablung	Date: 06/19/2007 21:07:07

*thinks this over seriously* I'd imagine it was probably her turn?

you came home to find you no longer had a home

*supplies the more standard answer here* No way, mate. Talk about a tough break. How'd that happen then?

	From: moriquende	Date: 06/19/2007 21:16:41

*curtly* Didn't I say? That has to have been their doing, too.

*gets a dreamy look in his eye* I was thinking of feeding Celegorm his own entrails, but then I wasn't sure how that'd work out. You know, anatomically speaking. Maybe I should just stick with stuffing his balls down his throat. *taps his chin* Plus with that you have the added symbolism.

	From: mablung	Date: 06/19/2007 21:20:00

*suddenly gets the very strong impression that he may have actually put Celegorm onto your trail*

*also has the oddest feeling you may not be completely joking*

Uh. You don't say? You know, man, you could get in pretty big trouble for talking to me like this if something ended up happening to that guy.

	From: moriquende	Date: 06/19/2007 21:22:08

*gives no sign that he's heard you* Do you think it would be overkill if I slaughtered his favorite pet pooch and sent him the doggy steaks?

	From: mablung	Date: 06/19/2007 21:25:56

*is fairly weirded out by now*

*motions to the bartender to refill your drink and gives the secret coded signal indicating it's to go on your tab*

*simply* No woman could be worth all that disease foaming at the mouth heartache, mate. Why don't you just forget about her and get yourself another?

	From: moriquende	Date: 06/19/2007 21:27:22

*just. stares.*

	From: mablung	Date: 06/19/2007 21:29:05

*meekly* Or think about taking up a hobby? I hear Pilates is all the rage.

	From: moriquende	Date: 06/19/2007 21:37:17

*still staring* Her lips are as red and lush as the blood I used to write her my first love letter. Her laughter was the sound that kept me from slaying myself in the face of that much beauty. Squash together the brains of fifty noblewomen and you may end up with someone approaching her wit and brilliance. You've never experienced ecstasy until you've felt the grip of her thighs and erudammit, she was as tight after giving birth as she was the day I married her.

*dryly* But you're right. Fuck 'er.

	From: mablung	Date: 06/19/2007 21:38:45

*starts mentally calculating the distance between here and the MHC*

*wonders if they have a straitjacket big enough to hold that much crazy*

	From: moriquende	Date: 06/19/2007 21:42:03

*downs another two drinks in quick succession*

*sighs* *sounding somewhat more like a normal person* *emphasis on the 'somewhat'* We have a kid, too. He was a pretty okay kid 'til she started filling his head with stories about Gondolin. *waxing nostalgic* I bet he misses his dear old dad. *generously* I'd never have tried to kill him if he wasn't quite such a little fuckwit bastard.

	From: mablung	Date: 06/19/2007 21:47:40

I bet he misses his dear old dad.

*headscratch* Yeah. I just <b>bet</b> he does. Like the plague. *seeking some way to distract you from your basic Kill Celegorm and Aredhel and Possibly Reanimate Her Rotting Corpse plan* Why don't you write him and tell him how you feel? About the regret, I mean. Not so much the other stuff. It couldn't hurt to try and he'll get a good laugh out of it.

	From: moriquende	Date: 06/19/2007 21:53:03

*a little tearfully-slash-drunkenly* *(even psychos get the blues)* Yeah! That's a great idea. I think I will. Eru knows he's got to be miserable with that bitch.

*pulls you into a bear hug* You're all right, Mablung. *lets go of you in a hurry* Get off me, you sicko. *dabs at his eyes briefly*

	From: mablung	Date: 06/19/2007 21:57:11

You're all right, Mablung.

Oh dear Eru. *experiences a moment of worry for his eternal soul and doesn't like it one bit*

*hops down from his seat and laughs a slightly too-high-pitched laugh* Well, it's back to work for me. Heh. You know me. Nose to the grindstone. *grins rakishly* No killing, now, y'hear? *punches your arm lightly* Please?

	From: moriquende	Date: 06/19/2007 22:00:53

*laughs uproariously* What?! *mimicking your tone with eerie accuracy* What a kidder. No killing for me. I need to eat dinner first.

*waves to you as you leave*

	From: mablung	Date: 06/19/2007 22:02:13

*runs away*

	From: moriquende	Date: 06/19/2007 22:14:42

*begs a sheet of paper and pencil from the barkeep and settles down to write an unusually (read: deceptively) warm letter to his son*

Dear Maeglin,

How do I atone for the mistakes of my past? I do not know if such a thing is possible. Indeed, I have made further mistakes in recent days, as you may have heard by now (although such reports must be understood to be greatly exaggerated)--mistakes born of desperation, love of your mother, and the desire for us to be a family again. It is not my right to ask anything of you; only know that I love you and think about you daily. I wish for the best of all things for you and hope that someday you may find it in your generous heart to seek me out, to forgive me for wronging you as I have so often done. And if you come and live with me you can stay out all night and smoke all the pot you want.

Love,
Father

*walks to the nearest convenience store to obtain an envelope* *writes in the return address of his apartment in Menegroth and posts the letter* *heads home to further ponder his future plans*