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[urundil]

*is very relieved that Maglor agreed to the latest custody proposal. He did. You just didn't see it because the munthing couldn't be bothered going through that rigmarole again*

*hears lots of commotion.*

What the hell is wrong now? *hears his name mentioned.* OH not him... >.*Has a none too fond memory of a young, lovelorn Maglor spilling his

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[highkingingwe]

*struts ambles in, having knocked on the door*

Hey, Mahtan. It's been a while, eh?

[urundil]

Ingwe. Yes. Quite a while. Tea? With our without arsenic, your choice.

[highkingingwe]

No thanks. Just water, please.

*makes himself comfortable*

How are you?

[urundil]

I'M GASPING FOR A DRINK!!

Can't complain. You?

[kurufinwe]

*comes in, passing him on his way out*

*eyes him curiously*

[urundil]

*grumbles*

Glad to see you back to normal, boy.

Tea?

[kurufinwe]

You and me both.

What is it with that guy? Ada was all ballistic, and now you look less than pleased.

Mandos NO. *gets out a flask*

[urundil]

*twitch*

He just rubs me up the wrong way. He's beyond arrogant.

[lord_feanor]

*paces around, muttering and plotting*

Tea?!?

[urundil]

*raises an eyebrow*

Everything all right Feanor?

[lord_feanor]

Fine, fine, just plotting non-fatal vengeance.

*cackles*

[urundil]

*sips tea*

What's he done? I want in! *ahem*

[mrs_maglor]

*wanders in and slumps into a chair, grumbling about backache*

So that's it then.

[urundil]

*gets you a footstool because he's considerate like that*

Yep. We're done.

[mrs_maglor]

*mumbles appreciatively*

Thank fuck for that.

*winces at another savage foetal onslaught against internal organs*

[urundil]

Yes it's a relief, isn't it?

*nods* Definately a Feanorian in there by the looks of things. :S

How's your back? Want some cushions?