*grins* I'm not so sure. It sounds to me like Mithrandir hasn't seen a real Took in quite some time.
*mildly* Don't worry, Erestor. I'll take care of it. *reciting* "Dear Ecthelion: Erestor tells me you've been worried half the time about his impending defection. Well, I'm very pleased to inform you that I've fully convinced him to defect, so there's no need to worry at all!"
I'd talk to you, obviously
*his voice turning gentle again* Oh, I promise I won't take it too personally. I just hope it does you good. How is Glorfindel, anyway?