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Mouth: You're lovely how you are though...
Ioreth: Undead and vicious?
Mouth: Intelligent, charming, witty, beautiful?
Thorondir: Definitely vicious and definitely undead
Mouth: I don't think Grima would be displeased if I broke your arms for you...
Thorondir: Don't even try it
Mouth: Or what? You'll run some more? Keep fleeing little clone before I decide to be helpful.
Thorondir: Little clone?
Mouth: Yes... keep running. That's my advice to you.
Thorondir: I ran from Grima. Not you
Mouth: It's not in your best interest to pick a fight with me now.
Thorondir: What could you do to me that Ioreth couldn't fix?
Ioreth: Mm. I could always not replace you
Thorondir: *pales and fiddles with his mask* Got any other maiar you could clone? I didn't think so
Ioreth: Salmar. He did have a humanoid form.
Mouth: ...Ioreth couldn't fix abject humiliation and you've already done that to yourself today.
Ioreth: And I don't *need* to clone another maiar. I have another clone in the works as is. She could replace you
Thorondir: ...
I'm not hiding. You can't be hiding if all you did was go back to your room. It isn't like the door even has a *lock*.
I hate it here. rests his head against his knees
and I'm getting my damned fucking mask wet.
Ioreth: Undead and vicious?
Mouth: Intelligent, charming, witty, beautiful?
Thorondir: Definitely vicious and definitely undead
Mouth: I don't think Grima would be displeased if I broke your arms for you...
Thorondir: Don't even try it
Mouth: Or what? You'll run some more? Keep fleeing little clone before I decide to be helpful.
Thorondir: Little clone?
Mouth: Yes... keep running. That's my advice to you.
Thorondir: I ran from Grima. Not you
Mouth: It's not in your best interest to pick a fight with me now.
Thorondir: What could you do to me that Ioreth couldn't fix?
Ioreth: Mm. I could always not replace you
Thorondir: *pales and fiddles with his mask* Got any other maiar you could clone? I didn't think so
Ioreth: Salmar. He did have a humanoid form.
Mouth: ...Ioreth couldn't fix abject humiliation and you've already done that to yourself today.
Ioreth: And I don't *need* to clone another maiar. I have another clone in the works as is. She could replace you
Thorondir: ...
I'm not hiding. You can't be hiding if all you did was go back to your room. It isn't like the door even has a *lock*.
I hate it here. rests his head against his knees
and I'm getting my damned fucking mask wet.