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[andunie_heir]

*Sits in the park downing the remnants of the beer he had with Morno.*

*Has decided he needs to get horribly drunk to get over the trauma of being civil.*

Arrogant, patronising, bastard. "Underling" indeed, I was the frickin' Lord of Andúnië, nearly, I'm not an UNDERLING. Pah. Self-improvment is HARD. *hic!*

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[2nd_no_3rd_king]

Just what I was looking for, a man with spare alcohol. :D

[andunie_heir]

It tastes like piss but it gets ya drunk.

*tosses you a bottle*

So who did I just gift my crappy but high alcohol-content booze to?

[2nd_no_3rd_king]

*takes a swallow*

Tar-Amandil, third king of the sunken island that shall remain nameless. And you?

[andunie_heir]

Elentir, son of Numendil. Would have been Lord of the North-West of that Sunken Island That Shall Remain Nameless had I not been murdered by the last King of that S.I.T.S.R.N.

*drunken brain finally clicks* I gotta brother called Amandil! Ain't that somethin'?

[star_brow]

*wanders by*

*thinks how tasteless it is to allow oneself to get so drunk in public*

*nods to you*

[andunie_heir]

*nods back and salutes you with a half-empty can*

Hey toots.

[star_brow]

*raises an eyebrow at the address but doesn't admonish you*

You look awfully glum for someone whose life's work is half done.

[andunie_heir]

It's been a bit of an anti-climax to be honest. Maybe it would have been more satisfying if I'd actually had a hand in his demise, you know?

And I've been trying to be civil to people so they'll stop trying to set me on fire and crap like that. It's TIRING! >:(