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[ecthelion]

*narrows eyes* Something is different. *horrified gasp* There is a teensy tiny SCRATCH on the TOWER OF ME!

All right, what scoundrel has marred this glorious structure? Hmm? I want answers, people. Heads will roll for this.

Can stewards have people beheaded? Maybe I'll just send them on a suicide mission. You know, for the good of Gondor.

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[felarof]

If it was a man, I can kill it for you. *preens* Have to uphold my reputation, you know.

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[ecthelion]

*scritches behind the stallion's ears*

That's right! I don't suppose you can track people, can you?

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[felarof]

*mildly offended* What am I? A dog?

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[ecthelion]

Sorry, right, I'm not thinking straight iN mY gRiEf!

[arwenundomiel]

;_;
here, you ought to drown your sorrows in an apple martini.

You always know the right thing to say.

[ecthelion]

As ever, my lady, I am appreciative of your thoughtfulness. *raises glass* Cheers!

[bilbobaggins]

*walks up, panting, and stares at ye* So! That's the Tower of Ecthelion! ....Lots smaller than the brochures said.

*turns and looks at the actual tower* Ah! *squints* Looks like there's a scratch. You know, one scratch like that can cause a whoooooole structure to come down. Pwloof. Crunch. Crumble. Happened to the Mill, once, long ago. A lad moved a chair, it scraped the wood...just a whee tee tiny bit and the next thing you know, the mill was gone.

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[ecthelion]

*frowns*

I know there's a scratch! Pwloof? Crumble? *shrieks* MY BABY! *runs, embraces tower* It's okay, everything's going to be all right. You just stay where you are, I'll look after you.

[bilbobaggins]

*smiles*

Pwloof and crumble. Yep! That tower's a lot taller than the Mill! I'm certain the wind will knock it over, because of that scratch. It'll just crack from there, and one little gust....fwooof! Bricks all around you.

Nooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!

[ecthelion]

*claps hands over ears* Say no more, I beg you.