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skilledhero
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*thinks that it is time to sit down and take stock of things*
*sleep? who needs sleep?!*
*paces around his office, muttering to himself and leaving a trail of broken pencils behind him*
Right. We have the entire Fëanorian branch of the family in residence, except Turco, who seems to have buggered off we'll just thank Eru for small mercies. Thingol wants them all dead or nuked or a happy combination of the two. My duty -- my duty is to my people. The Fëanorians, whether any of us like it or not, are my people. Why did I agree to this king thing again? I wonder if Findaráto knows whether Thingol really does have any Weapons of Mass Destruction well, he does have a Vala in charge of the army so that counts as a 'yes' We need to get them out of Hísilómë while we try to talk Thingol down. That will at least draw the fire away from the Noldor here. Turvo, could really do with Turvo's cooperation on this one. No one actually knows where Ondolindë is, after all. Refusing to let them be extradited is easy enough because we know they won't get a fair trial. It's going to need a lot of paperwork I wonder if it's actually possibly to bury Thingol in paperwork wow, for the first time, I actually wish Dad was here, what? That won't do. *happens to catch sigh of his desk calendar* And it's almost time for Gil-galad to go back to school, Eru, will he be safe travelling? Damn, wretched, bloody Nelyo, why did you have to--?
Current Mood:
stressed
Tags:
fingon, turgon
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