Return of the Prodigal Something

[maitimo]

*shuffles into Tirion, blinking and muttering*

*looks around, cradling his right stump arm*

What the fuck? This doesn't look like the Gap. How long ago did I leave Himring? What the fuck has Cáno been doing?

*approaches a random Elf*

Yo. You. Take me to your leader. Tell him his big brother's back.

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[lomion_maeglin]

Uhm, what was that again?

[maitimo]

Cáno? Cánafinwe? Second eldest and shorter son of Feanor? Have you seen him?

[lomion_maeglin]

Oh. . . Maglor. Er, no. But we don't exactly move in the same circles.

[maitimo]

No, no, I should think not.

*broods*

[maglor_harper]

*IS in his treehouse, desperately trying to think of ways to make it up to his daughter after embarrassing her in front of the whole family*

*Is considering just giving up and heading for the beach*

[maitimo]

*is looking pretty confused and pained*

[maglor_harper]

*Trips down the stairs from the Talan*

*Spots you in the distance and waves*

YES! Someone with experience of raising a wayward, teenage daughter!

*...Thinks there's something slightly off about your silhouette*

[maitimo]

Cáno!! Fuck. YOU DO LIVE IN A TREE!

[_amras]

*sees the concentration of pretty men commotion and wanders over*

What's going on?

[maitimo]

*arches an eyebrow*

Do you know where I could find Canafinwe Feanorion?

[_amras]

*boggles* Cano's angsting on the beach like always. What's your problem?

[maitimo]

Beach? Beach?

*is now firmly of the opinion that he has wandered into a crazy town*