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[maglor_harper]

*Hauls himself to his feet and manges to hobble around without falling flat on his face.*

HA! In your face pointy cliff-rocks, I'm back on me feet. In a way.

*Sits down again and lights a celebratory cigar*

Now...to see if I can negotiate the steps to the talan. If I set adside an entire afternoon to do it, I should manage...

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[olorin_the_maia]

*comes around to see you*

Nearly on your feet again? Jolly good. My apologies for not stopping by sooner. News does tend to miss you when you're a quasi-recluse.

[maglor_harper]

ARGH! Father-in-law!

*coughs* Have a seat, make yourself comfortable, tea?

[olorin_the_maia]

*cheerfully* Well, thanks very much! Don't mind if I do...won't say no to a cup of tea, no indeed. So how are you feeling and how's the clan holding up?

[maglor_harper]

I'm not too bad, just a little stir-crazy from being stuck in here. The clan is okay apart from the fact that we had to re-locate Lasgal back to the trees. He was climbing up the walls here. Literally. :S

[caranthire]

*drops round Feanor's*

Wahay. The invalid is on his feet.

[maglor_harper]

Mwuahaha! I'm mobile! Partially.

[caranthire]

Well, it's a definite improvement. Got a spare cigar going?

[maglor_harper]

Help yourself. So how are you? Haven't seen you in while.