*groggily comes round and reaches for the body beside him and spots dark hair instead of blonde*

O_o

ARWEN??!?!

Where did Glor go? Why are you here?

Fuuuuuck... :S *scrambles around the room and gets dressed, retrieves some smelling salts and holds them under Arwen's nose*

Arwen? Wake up dearie...

*struts through town feeling very pleased with himself*

Oh yeah, I got laid. :) :)

*gets out his little notebook to record this shag, makes a new list for Aman-shags and notes Ingwe down as the first person*

*flips through the list of past conquests/shags, spots the name of Noúiel and Glorfindel*

Ahh, Norúiel, ramifications of that perticular ( Read more... )

*goes for a walk and explores the sights of Tirion*

*nances along merrily*