Know what? Read this first. This takes place over god knows how long after XD
Namo: He isn't begging enough.
Caranthir: IM BEGGING!
Caranthir: My mun wants feanor to go phoenix in front of you >.o
Caranthir: *negotiating!*
Namo: No phoenix until I get vardabucks!
Namo: I want 5 eru-large iced caramel machiattos.
Ulmo: *wants giant six pack o' Fosters, the giant-valar-sized cans*
Namo: NOW.
Caranthir: *gets all of those things AND a new sofa!*
Namo: .. new sofa.. oo.
Namo: *walks around it* They didn't have this in red?
Namo: Green's okay, but it is NOT Namo's favorite color.
Caranthir: only one they had.
Namo: *sucks down one of his coffee drinks*
Namo: You know we were all laughing at you two in your girly bodies.
Namo: I'm really not sure either of you learned anything.
Namo: I mean, in the end, you convinced someone to kill you. I have no idea if that's nobility on your part, or just more stupid noldo crap you were trying to pull.
Namo: *eyes Caranthir* Feanor's ass is going to go up in cinders pretty soon anyway, and then it's mine again, which is good. I was missing a bowling partner.
Namo: Namo missed his bowling partner. Yes he did! :D
Caranthir: >.< Look, I don't care if I go back, but my father has changed. He's grown. He feels remorse! Let him have some dignity again.
Caranthir: I let myself be STABBED to come here >.<
Namo: So that he can make shinies in a dignified fashion and take over the government of Minas Tirith?
Caranthir: He has no ambition for such things. He scarcely wants to craft...the last conversation we had was an argument where I told him to cast a statue of my mother in bronze.
Namo: *nudges Vaire* Is he making that thing or what
Vaire: *checks her thread*
Vaire: *holds up huge gnarled ball of thread that is the Feanorian line of destiny*
Namo: .... How can you READ that thing
Vaire: *smirks*
Vaire: He is casting Nerdanel in bronze, yes he is, like a good little crafter.
Namo: And what about the other things?
Vaire: ... You are the most far-sighted of the Ainur, you cannot see this?
Namo: *rolls eyes, goes into far-sight mode* *grumbles*
Vaire: *patpats him, hands him his happy rubber ducky*
Caranthir: *waits impatiently**wants to ask about brothers >.>*
Namo: *wrinkles his nose, snaps out of it* Would you like to know how many nieces and nephews you WON'T be having if I do not let you come back?
Caranthir: *shoulders sag a little**shakes his head* I want Maglor to have joy again. I want my father to have the second chance he deserves, for floating in blackness all those centuries, for having to be forced into a mortal's body by some witch.
Caranthir: I would even like to see my brothers' have a chance, if they are or are not trapped in bodies as well.
Namo: Oh he was not forced.
Caranthir: I care not for my own fate, unless it buys theirs.
Namo: *snorts* It is you, specifically, that really NEEDS to go back, otherwise the weepy elf is just going to keep weeping, and it was never his fate to die anyway.
Namo: *looks extremely put out* you know, Luthien bought my favor with a dance.
Namo: But I suppose all these ACTS of yours, and then the coffee, that always helps.
Namo: *snaps his fingers, and some paperwork appears*
Namo: You need to make sure to check the box that says you completely object to returning as a radish, on all of these. *hands them over*
Caranthir: *wants blackness damn it, that's what he DESERVES >.<**also sekritly wants to see haleth again >.>**but that's neither here nor there, and all effort is focused on getting father his body back*
Caranthir:*blinks..**does so!*
Namo: Start with the one labeled Curufinwe ... that would be your dad, then hunt down the one with YOUR quenya name on it.
Namo: I need to go cook up a very fancy way to make this work for him, YOU I'm just going to send there. >.> We will ask Ulmo to drop you in the river.
Namo: Give them back when you're done, I need to notarize them. *gets out huge happy face stamp*
Caranthir: *does father's first, and carefully**wonders if he can get away with brothers >.>*
Namo: You can fill out the ones for your brothers, too, but I'm NOT notarizing them until I see other Feanorians speaking to me.
Caranthir: >.>
Namo: Their souls will be back.
Namo: And I can deal with them then.
Namo: *points* read those papers carefully, because they detail what we all get to do to you if you step out of line again. <3
Caranthir: *reads them over, shrugs* no less than what we'd deserve.
Caranthir: I'll get to spend eternity taunting him. It'll be great!
Namo: Do not go putting yourself out of line simply to GET to be chained up with him. *facepalm*
Namo: Are you done yet? *sips down more coffee*
Caranthir: Nay! I am just saying.
Namo: Namo has other souls to judge, there was an earthquake in Umbar.
Earthquake: *was named Gandalf*
Namo: And another elf might be joining us if she isn't careful >.>
Caranthir: I am done. *might've slipped a certain huntress' name in there, but with a 'special instruction' ala 'offer only if she wants to take it' type thing. sorta opening the door and seeing if she'll step through >.>*
Namo: Namo is Namo! *takes paperwork, reads it over, rolls eyes at the haleth thing* *shakes head, smears that out with finger*
Namo: She's already gone. *pats Caranthir's head* Find yourself another huntress. An elf. ANd make little babies. *stamps papers* Wait around while I figure out what we're doing. Cookie?
Caranthir: *sigh* *takes cookie, munches on it*
Namo: *pats him on the head again* You're gonna miss the breasts. Trust me.
Caranthir: I already do. *would rather have Haleth then breasts!*
Namo: *thinks he should have claimed her then* *silly elf*
Namo: Ulmo! *baits with can of fosters*
Ulmo: *did you pull the tab?*
Namo: *pulls the tab, eesh*
Caranthir: *never had the chance to, was stupid!@*
Ulmo: *voila! is there in an instant in his huge, sea-weed bearded splendidness...wearing what looks to be some oddly printed tunic that is blue and has white palm tree print on it*
Ulmo: *eyes the giant can of Foster's* ...something tells me this is not a normal 'lets drink and chitchat' call.
Namo: *hands can* *points at Caranthir* Can you dump him into his body and throw him in the Anduin for me?
Namo: Oh and you might want to make provisions for him and feanor to sail back, assuming they're very good little boys.
Ulmo: *takes, consumes with mighty guzzling, then eyes the elf, crushes the can against his chest with one hand, and puts it down to be recycled...or smithed into something else* ...ah...a reprieve.
Ulmo: *plucks up the elf, stares at him, then nods* Hope you can hold your breath. What about the one who kept weeping and trying to drown himself in my oceans?
Namo: He's already been pardoned, no one had to do a damn thing.
Namo: Or he will be, if he ever MARRIES that elf.
Namo: I really hope he does, their kids are cute.
Ulmo: Thought so, but he sadly wasn't able to understand me when I kept telling him no and pushing him back on shore. Tried tying rocks to his ankles. *shakes head and tsks, then nods* That will be interesting to see.
Namo: I know. But I had you covered, I made sure the gates were closed each time he thought of it. *thumbs up*
Caranthir: *waits*
Namo: Oh and here. *hands Caranthir a pretty dress*
Ulmo: *sighs at morbid little elf* Hopefully they don't try to go for a 'swim' either. *looks at Namo* Drink, later?
Namo: I think you have a bet to collect on.
Ulmo: *holds Caranthir down to take the dress*
Namo: You know it. :D
Ulmo: I still want you to try surfing, so you can stop kicking my ass at bowling.
Namo: It's a deal.
Namo: Next beer fest, it's totally surfing.
Ulmo: I'll be back shortly then. >.> *whisks away with elf, and hopefully is careful enough not to cause any tidal waves, takes to the Anduin!*
Namo: *kicks back on retro couch with coffee*
Ulmo: *causes the boats in the docks in Pelargir to roll around on the water as he passes by, then stops, gauges distance, hmmm's*
Ulmo: This is as far as I try to fit. Goodbye for now, naughty little elf. *huuuuuurls elf upriver, but luckily lets him land with a soft splash, since its funny to see his arms and legs waggle, while holding that dress*
Ulmo: *cruises back for drinking and surfing*
Namo: *has cold beer waitin!*
Ulmo: *will not get talked into bowling match, noooo*
Namo: *is in .... bahama beach shorts!*
Namo: *hanging out in Aquilonde , with a bigass surf board*
Namo: *making faces at the damn swans*
Ulmo: *nods approval! brings...lots of giant cans of Foster's along with him, since its probably bring-your-own-booze now*