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[olorin_the_maia]

*sits in the park not-reading a thick tome and muttering about hooligans with no respect for other people's things*

*futilely tries to keep the mosquitoes off using Nazgûl-repellent light*

Comments

[gil_estel]

*Passes by on his way to see Aulë about Vingilot.*

Uhh...Olorin? Didn't your fireworks warehouse used to be right over there? :S

[olorin_the_maia]

*grumbles* Dadburned...nickinfrickin...great googly moogly...you won't have any for the next great feast, will you?? THEN you'll be sorry! THEN you'll all wish you'd shown a little more respect for your elders, eh? EH?!?!

[gil_estel]

((OMG icon! XD XD))

*ulps* Uhhh...any idea what happened? Any witnesses? Uncanonical CCTV footage?

*Gets the urge to smile, nod and back away slowly.*

[olorin_the_maia]

((I had to put it in for that comment alone. :D))

Eh. Some riffraff lying over there in a ditch. Drunken fools.

[mornaquilde]

...

Dude. That's fucked.

[olorin_the_maia]

"Olórin," they say, "please favor us with your pyrotechnic skills. A party isn't a party without your fireworks, Olórin," they say. "As if your keen advisory capabilities aren't contribution enough, you dazzle us with your lightshows," they say. SO HOW IS IT THAT THEY ALLOW SOME BANANA-BRAINED GOOD-FOR-NOTHINGS TO DESTROY MY ENTIRE STOCK?!

[mornaquilde]

:S

*takes a cautious step backwards*

can... I help in any way?

[olorin_the_maia]

*sighs* Oh, don't worry about it, son. I'll just have to start over, won't I? Well, never mind, I'm used to it. The Valar can either build me a proper barbed-wire fence or say goodbye to their discounts, I can tell you that much.

Hobbits, now...hobbits possess a decent level of appreciation for my talents.

[king_eagle]

*Swoops down and lands badly.*

*Topples over and slides to a halt.*

*Looks up at you* BLOODY FLIGHT FEATHERS!! THEY'VE NEARLY GROWN BACK PROPERLY BUT DAMMIT ALL, IT MAKES LANDING DIFFICULT.

*Stand up and looks you in the eye* YOU'RE LOOKING PEEVED, PEEVED I SAY!

[olorin_the_maia]

Someone blew up all my fireworks. And without a proper audience or a program, can you imagine?

...

*eyes your feathers in dismay* What have They DONE to you, old boy?!

[king_eagle]

NO! THERE'S NO RESPECT!

THAT BLOODY DRAGON FLAMED ME AND THEN HYPNOTISED ME INTO THINKING I WAS A TURKEY! CAN YOU IMAGINE!?

[mornaquilde]

*winces slightly at the loudness*