*figures he should probably see how Kulinaiel is doing*

*goes for a wander and homes in on her brain which once again, unsurprisingly, is (along with the rest of her) in the shopping district*

*sits by Maglor's bedside, smoking quietly and waiting for him to gain consciousness*

*figures he should probably tell the Feanorian's what's happened to save the wife more lawsuit threats and other assorted abuse*

*sighs quietly*

What a bloody mess. :S

*manifests with Kulinaiel in the Temple just as Gothmog starts to go out of his mind with worry and misery*

Hello Gothmog. Might we have a brief chat regarding your daughter's welfare? >:)

So, Gwindor...

How's your brain feeling these days? >:D

ETA: *escorts Gwindor over to Yavanna's*

Hey! Nature woman! You about?

*waits for his wife to return from Caranthire's with a large bouquet of flowers*

Hi honey! Are we getting sued? :D

XD XD XD

NAMO?!?!!
Did you do this? >:D

*finds himself a suitable bench in the centre of the town*

*seats himself and watches the public go by*

WIIIIFE!!!

*giggles a little*

Me and Aule are goin' a-snooping!!!!

And yes i'm high but it's for magick thinking purposes only. So nyeh.

*wakes up and groans*

Oh fuck. Someone's praying at close range. >.

*gets tired of skulking in Mandos*

Namo! FUCK PAPERWORK!!!

Let's got raise some hell!!!!!