*rides to the address indicated*

*finds himself surrounded by mortals with pointy arrows*

DON'T SHOOT THE MESSENGER PLEASE.

*unrolls a parchment with a flourish*

Hear ye, hear ye! A proclamation from High king Finwë!!

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*polishes his bike*

*waits for business*

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*polishes his bike again* :S

[EDIT] *has a commission!! :D

*mounts his trusty steed bicycle and rides off looking for Ereinion*

*re-opens his messenger shop*

*is a Vala, so has invented puncture-proof tires and scratch-proof paint THANK YOU VERY MUCH*

*polishes his bike and waits for a commission*