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[highkingingwe]

*returns to Tirion*

*sees that the Mindon isn't leaning anymore than it was when he went away*

...

Quiet week then?

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[gimilkhad]

Your...Majesty, [damn, it hurts to write that.]

The Adûnâim contingent would be grateful if we could excercise alacrity with regard to the ratification of the peace treaties that were agreed upon recently.

Could settle a date? At your earliest convenience of course.

Yours sincerely,
Gimilkhâd, son of Gimilzôr.

[highkingingwe]

Gimilkhad,

Perhaps this Saturday might be a suitable date? I'll bitchslap my mun into cooperating if I have to

Ingwe.

[gimilkhad]

Ingwe,

Thank you, I'll pass that on to my son once he's finished having the shit kicked out of him, STAND UP FOR YOURSELF, YA SISSY!!

Gimilkhâd.

[lomion_maeglin]

Uh huh, pretty much. :)

[highkingingwe]

*grins* Makes a change.

[lomion_maeglin]

Be nice if it's a trend.

[highkingingwe]

Wouldn't it? :D

[caranthire]

*chainsmokes*

Quiet for YOU maybe.

*chainsmokes further*

[highkingingwe]

*raises an eyebrow* Mmhmm?

[caranthire]

Morno's SOMEHOW acquired a social services helper monkey, and I've acquired yet ANOTHER waif, this one possibly my amnesiac-mother-in-law who's Morno sized.

*lights another cigarette off of the stub of her last one*

[highkingingwe]

Well, shit.

[catprince]

*sends you a touristy postcard from Mordor*

Weather's brilliant since the volcano erupted. Having lots of wholesome and unwholesome fun, hope you're doing the same. Set the wedding date already :P

Love, T.

[mornaquilde]

*chases after his monkey*

NO MOJO!! PUT THAT PAIR OF ISILDUR'S PANTS DOWN! YOU'LL CATCH SOMETHING!

[highkingingwe]

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[mornaquilde]

*comes back with the monkey on his shoulder and Isildur's underwear discarded on a shrub*

Hi Ada.

[highkingingwe]

Hi son.

Care to explain about the monkey?