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[irime]

*emerges from cave and walks briskly into Tirion*

*walks up to Turgon's and knocks*

*waits a moment*

*kicks*

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[valiant_lord]

*stumbles downstairs, wearing shorts and carrying Glamdring*

Coming, I'm coming.

*opens the door*

*flinches*

[irime]

*smothers smirk at the sight of her deshabille nephew* *commits the sight to memory for later use in artwork*

*brandishes sketchbook* I believe I had an appointment for a sitting with your son? Or rather lying, since the household seems to be asleep.

*breezes past you*

Nice shorts.

[valiant_lord]

Thanks.

ADLJ:;KJL!!!

I mean. This early??

[irime]

*faint glare* You either sketch babies when they're asleep, or end up with ruptured eardrums. Or a sketch of a mini-tornado.

*sharpens her pencil with a dagger*