*goes to Narf's study*

*lights a cigar*

*pours a glass of brandy*

*sits down in a leather chair* *swirls the brandy for a moment*

*thinks*

My mun made me new icons. :)

*pats them*

Hmm. Darling, it appears it might be time to finally stop living with your parents. Sigh. And I do so enjoy their gardens.

Ah well.

*picks up the Tirion classifieds* I wonder what the castle market is like these days. Might be a nice change from flets after all the years.

You know, I'm really bummed we had to do all that hopping between Lindon and Lórien, there's just hardly anything to put in the photo albums.

Or maybe it was that rebellious streak Brí had in her thirties and tore up all the nice baby pics we had of her. *shrug*

Hmm. Family Status Report.

• Daughter... good.
• Grand-son-in-law... good (I think)
• Brother-in-law... Seems a Bit Troubled
• Father-in-law... Kinglike. Good.
• Wife... Very Good. :)

My that water was cold yesterday...

*shivers* *sniffles*

Ah-choo!

WTF???!!?

Meleth-nin? I... I think I've calmed down somewhat now.

You didn't mean it, did you? Am I so inadequate to fulfill your needs that you had to seek comfort in... his arms?

I love you more than life, Altariel. I'll never leave you to go surfing again, not ever.

*arrives from the Gardens of Lórien*

*smells the fresh air*

*knocks on Finarfin and Eärwen's door*

Sweetums, what have you been up too? *winces*