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[onetrueking]

*delayed reaction, as always*

*walks among the living*

Hehehe. Good job, lad, good job. :D You make your father proud.

And why is the bigamous girl-child crying so damn much? Not even Indis cries that much.

((:P))

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[lord_feanor]

*smirks proudly*

[onetrueking]

Well done. Very well done. *pride* *produces Cuban cigars*

[lord_feanor]

Thank you. What can I say. I'm clearly some sort of fertility god.

*lights one up, puffing away*

Damn fine cigars, atar.

[onetrueking]

*takes a puff* I'm damn impressed, to tell you the truth.

[ar_feiniel]

*isn't amused* >:|

((My mun is, though!))

[onetrueking]

Just wondering!

[lord_feanor]

Does your Uncle need to beat anyone sensless with their own limb?

[ar_feiniel]

No. Thank you. It's all self-inflicted. :(

[queen_indis]

But I don't cry that much. :( Do I?

[onetrueking]

No. Of course not. You're just an angsty darling. It's where Finrod gets it from. :)

[queen_indis]

Oh. :) Okay. :D

[_miriel]

he's just like his daddy, he is. lots of babies.

Ahem. You only had three. Strut all you want, but you've only got three; that normal kid of yours has five. And I'll bet you don't remember the other two's names. Not that I can on any given occasion, but hey, they're not mine.

[onetrueking]

Can too. Golfnarfin and Finfinin. FINGOLFIN AND FINARFIN. And those are only the two I told you about.

[queen_indis]

*blinks* And me, too.

[onetrueking]

*kisses her cheek and grins* Nothing, dear.