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Glorfie decides to leave me cuffed to
Claude. Listening to him recite poetry the first few hours was okay, after the fourth hour it began to wear on me. By the fifth, he had to be destroyed. Then there's the damn molestations that never fucking end. The last straw was Bjork. I could handle poetry, the molestations ...but not Bjork. I'm sorry, it
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And that fucking horse needs to be sent to a glue factory. All anyone has to do is claim that they fucked Celeborn, mention the silver pants that EVERYONE remembers and he believes it. I hate horses, they only cause trouble. *angrily rubs the contact point of Arwen's shovel from the first theft of Asfaloth*
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*deep breath* Celeborn, unlock the door before you pass out and I have to break it down.
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How about I chain you to Claude? Would you want to wait two whole days?
I didn't cut his hand off because I chained him to me, not vice versa for once.
No, I couldn't wait. It's one hand, big fucking deal.
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...listen to Glorfie. Just... GAH. CELEBORN!! I've only been gone a week and you've already lost an appendage?!
*sighs in defeat and drops a roll of gauze from no where*
*vanishes*
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*lops off the fucking doorknob and walks into the bathroom* *fights off nausea at the sight of so much blood* You ass. *wraps and tourniquets Celeborn's, uh, stump* We're going to see Elrond to make sure this doesn't get (any more) infected, and then we're going to give a couple of Valar a call. Hook hand-replacements and babies don't mix. *keeping up a steady stream of agitated cursing; wipes some blood off of Celeborn's face and kisses his forehead* Ass.
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