From: skilledhero	Date: 09/26/2007 17:16:39

*hisses to his secretary* Margaret! How many times did I show you a picture of this man? And what did I say? Under no circumstances admit him!

*turns to you with a smile* Father. How lovely to see you again.

	From:	Date: 09/26/2007 17:21:20

*strides over to give you a rib-cracking hug* *grins!* How's the cock treatin' ya, Findekáno? You still swinging that way?

*holds up one limp-wristed hand to demonstrate in case he's being too oblique for you*

	From: skilledhero	Date: 09/26/2007 17:41:30

*extracts himself from your embrace* Good to see you're still so very accepting, Father.

*sighs and reminds himself to be civil* Would you like tea? Coffee? The cabfare home?

	From:	Date: 09/26/2007 17:45:45

*plants himself comfortably in your chair*

*chuckling* None of them girly drinks, son. Get us a couple of cold ones and then us all about how our kingdom's doing.

	From: skilledhero	Date: 09/26/2007 18:00:13

*calmly* It's ten o'clock in the morning, Father. Isn't it a bit early to be drinking although Eru knows I could do with a stiff brandy right about now?

*sits down on another chair* *picks up a pencil and promptly snaps it in two* Our kingdom is doing well, diplomatic incidents involving Fëanáro's children aside.

	From:	Date: 09/26/2007 18:16:41

*frowns* It is a bit early. Better order some chasers to get us over the shock of it.

diplomatic incidents involving Fëanáro's children

*nods seriously* Yep. Heard all about that. *gets up just long enough to come over and smack you upside the head* How many times I tell you not to fall in with those posteriorholes? I know your sister got the brains but she's also a girl. You wanna end up like her?

	From: skilledhero	Date: 09/27/2007 16:45:41

Ouch! *waves you off and glares at you* Like it or not, Father, they're still our family and where would we be if we turned our back on family?

*stands up and walks over to the intercom* *buzzes through to Margaret* Coffee and a beer. With a brandy chaser. -- No. It's not all for me. *glances up at you* Actually, scratch the coffee. Just bring the brandy.

*sits back down and looks at you* So, Father. Have you seen Írissë recently? Or Turukáno or Arakáno? Or am I the first you've decided to punish?

	From:	Date: 09/27/2007 16:53:24

where would we be if we turned our back on family?

Still in the Blessed Realm, I reckon. Not being stomped by big ugly intercoursers or freezing our bloody posteriors off on any bleeding Ice, I can promise you that!

*brightly* Of course you're the first, Findekáno. You're my heir, aren't you? Aren't you? Besides, I'd heard the girl child was here anyway. After I've seen her and livened up this joint I'll go live off Turukáno for a while. *bursts out laughing* *is so not kidding, though*

	From: maidros	Date: 09/27/2007 18:25:22

*arrives in and ascertains from Margaret precisely who is visiting* *could have guessed pretty accurately by listening at the door for half-a-second*

*takes the tray carrying the brandy decanter from a servant and carries it into the office, head held high*

	From:	Date: 09/27/2007 18:30:52

*looks up as you come in*

*glances at Fingon to gauge his reaction* If that don't give ya a twitch, you really will be taking it up the backdoor for the rest of eternity, eh?

*scrutinizes you from head to toe* Hot damn, honey.

	From: skilledhero	Date: 09/27/2007 18:34:38

*gets to his feet* There is no need to be so crude in front of a lady.

*helps Maedhros with the tray* *looks at you* Aren't you going to say hello to your niece, Father?

	From: maidros	Date: 09/27/2007 18:36:44

*extends her hand to Fingolfin* Uncle Ñolo, it's been quite some time, hasn't it?

	From:	Date: 09/27/2007 18:41:09

*ignores your hand and gives you a great big kiss instead*

Now which one are you, honey? *frowning* Oh, wait. There was only the one, I think. *conversationally* Pretty sure you ain't her.

	From: skilledhero	Date: 09/27/2007 18:50:55

*feels a very alien surge of protectiveness and knows that he Does Not Like you kissing his -- his -- cousin*

*slips his arm around Maedhros, not-too-awkwardly* This is Nelyafinwë, Father, albeit marginally different.

	From:	Date: 09/27/2007 18:56:05

*makes an impatient beckoning gesture toward the tray with his beer*

Nelyafinwë. Huh. *perches on the edge of your desk* *"whispers" to you behind his hand* Well, the other hole's not as good but you might like it. You never know. Have a care though. Babies get involved somehow.

	From: maidros	Date: 09/27/2007 19:08:17

*rolls her eyes* Still as subtle as ever, I see, Ñolofinwë.

*nestles close to Fingon's side, totally savouring this temporary appearance of togetherness* So, what brings you to Hísilómë?

	From:	Date: 09/27/2007 19:16:28

Aw. Thanks much, Maitimo. You having tits makes that a-okay with me. *totally thinks "subtle" means "devastatingly handsome", yes*

*scratches his chin and takes a swig of beer* Well, I needed a place to live. And money. And then I thought, "Hey! I'm the king! People have to give me money!" Funny how those things work out for ya sometimes. *helpfully* Also, 'káno's loaded and I'm still his dad.

	From: skilledhero	Date: 10/02/2007 11:13:29

*tries not to look too panic-stricken long-suffering put out by that* So. Did you ever think of getting a job? What happened to the trailer?

	From:	Date: 10/02/2007 11:23:30

*handwaves* Oh, that. Pfft. There may have been an incident with a cigarette. Those things'll kill ya, you know. *laughs with obvious appreciation of his own joke*

	From: skilledhero	Date: 10/04/2007 13:52:38

*blandly* Doesn't your insurance company cover fire damage?

	From:	Date: 10/04/2007 17:40:56

...Insurance? *nods slowly* You're a smart kid, Findekáno. *cheerfully* I'll be sure to give that insurance malarkey a go next time.

	From: skilledhero	Date: 10/04/2007 18:22:07

*resists the almost overpowering urge to roll his eyes* You might consider it, yes, Father.

*waits a tactful period of, ooh, three seconds before posing his next question* How long are you staying in Hísilómë for?

	From:	Date: 10/04/2007 18:50:37

*counts on his fingers* *appears dissatisfied with whatever the final calculation turns out to be*

Now that all depends. How much food you got around here?

	From: maidros	Date: 10/04/2007 18:55:39

*perches on the edge of the desk and crosses her legs* Well, with my brothers off the books, there's probably more than enough to provide you with a packet lunch.

*smiles sweetly*

	From:	Date: 10/04/2007 19:08:52

*pats your knee* *in a fatherly way, what?* At least somebody around here knows how to treat a guest. Imagine you playing the good little wifey, eh, Maitimo?

*as an afterthought* I may have just assumed you've got all the appropriate parts. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. That weird shit sells.

	From: skilledhero	Date: 10/06/2007 06:36:27

*sharply* Father! Please try to be less crude. Russandol does not play the good little wifey; she is simply being courteous. You should try it sometime.

*takes a deep breath, having rather surprised himself at his sharpness* *instantly seeks to make amends* I shall invite Turvo and Írissë and Káni here for the weekend so we can all spend some time together, how does that sound?

	From:	Date: 10/06/2007 10:00:33

Father blah blah blah Russandol blah blah blah blah

*downs the last of his beer and reaches for some brandy* *downs that too*

I shall invite Turvo and Írissë here for the weekend

*clasps his hands together* That sounds just ducky. I'm gonna kick back and watch some of the race 'til they get here. You do get the BASCAR¹ Channel?



((¹Beleriand Association for Stock Car Auto Racing))

	From: skilledhero	Date: 10/07/2007 12:51:41

*uncertainly* I think we do? Gil-galad watches that kind of thing. *buzzes through to Margaret* Margaret, would you escort my father to the rec room?

Father, you'll forgive me if I don't join you. I have a great deal of paperwork to get through.

	From:	Date: 10/07/2007 15:09:16

*takes his cue and gets out of your chair*

You bet, son. You give the other young'uns a call. And your ma even, if you feel like it. We'll have an old-fashioned family barbecue.

*goes out to torment chat up Margaret*