*looks up as his mother comes in with his brothers*

*notices the harried expression on Caranthire's face*

Uh-oh... What's happened now? :S

*returns home from the funeral with his sister*

Maglor? Nana's still out getting rat-arsed, but if you want to bugger off I can take over keeping an eye on that pair of demons. >:P

*picks up a random twin and swings him over his shoulder*

*plays football with Miril using Lisse's head*

*finds it helps with the grieving process*

*comes in with Miril to Caranthire's room to see how she's doing*

*and possibly compare notes and trade painkillers for fun*

Nana? You awake?

Miriilllllll...

I'm bored.

Amuse your older brother and he'll buy you stuff.

*lurks on the couch, somewhat monged on painkillers*

*glances at his broken ankle then looks up*

OI! BELOVED FAMILY!!!

BRING ME SOME COFFEE!!

...

Please?

*suddenly appears on top of the Mindon*

Motherfucker!!!!

...

Help? :S

ETA: *is eventually dragged down from the Mindon with a broken ankle and escorted towards Este's by his great-grandfather*

*once again, gets stuck on infant care duty*

*takes the little buggers to the park and sits down with a cigarette, letting you observe the ducks and passers-by*

*waits until everyone has gone to bed then goes up to see his sister*

*comes bringing the equipment to make several white Russians*

*gets booted out of the house with the twins for an hour to let his mother catch up on sleep and give the infants some fresh air*

*trudges around the park, the pram a sharp contrast to the rest of his demeanor*