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[turgonthewise]

So. Break it to me gently.

Just how dysfunctional has my family become?

((different journal, different icon [rhett miller], same mun))

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[ladyaredhel]

Nana is threatening to divorce Ada, Fingon's husband Maedhros is recovering from severe amnesia and lost his hand again... other than that?

[turgonthewise]

So.

Same old same old then?

[ladyaredhel]

*sighs*

Yeah, more or less. Although Ada's getting more and more narked about Feanor's ever-growing army of grandchildren.

[turgonthewise]

Woohoo, go on, Uncle Fëfë!

Has the vein started throbbing in Ada's forehead yet?

[golfins_missus]

:D :D :D

My baby boy!!!

*cue overbearing maternal hugging*

[turgonthewise]

Ahahaha. Gerroff.

<3

[golfins_missus]

*backs off eventually*

I just missed you is all.

[turgonthewise]

I missed you too, Nana. :) <3

And how's the old bastard doing?

[caranthire]

Ahh. Another cousin returns from limbo. Welcome back.

[turgonthewise]

Cheers! :D

[caranthire]

No problem. Of course if you start picking on Lomion I'll have to kick your ass, but let's not go there for now.

[turgonthewise]

:D That snivelling city-destroying, betraying, good-for-nothing nephew of mine is still about then?

[noldorinprince]

Oh LOOK! It's the whiny brat Turgon! Hang on a sec while I brush up on my childish taunting skills.

[turgonthewise]

I MISSED YOU TOO, FINGON.

[noldorinprince]

*sticks tongue out*

I'm touched, really.

[turgonthewise]

Uhuh, sure you are.

Aaaand Ada's still a prick, whaddaya know?

[canyafinwe]

Hi, Uncle Remus Turgon.

[turgonthewise]

Hi, miniatureFingon. Like you can talk

[canyafinwe]

I'm not miniature. You were better than me. Tilion was better than us both.

[turgonthewise]

Well. You're not very big. Agreed on both counts.