*glances at you with something like mild revulsion* Conversation is a delicate, mysterious, ever-changing thing, Glorfindel, I know. But try to keep up.
How is the Harp?
*apparently unconcerned* Oh, the Harp is...kind of crap lately, really. But for its fearless leader, of course. Certain people are getting a bit too cozy with the Fountain for my taste, if you know what I mean. *winks significantly* You know what I mean. *and yes, he realizes you probably don't know what he means, given Ecthelion's proclivity to utterly dull and predictable behavior, but you'd at least be able to relate to pathetic drunken debauchery if you did know (emphasis on "pathetic")*