*flops into the chair unceremoniously* *trying to look on the bright side (well, the slightly less dingy side, anyway)* At least we got rid of those...things pretty quick and all. *not that he thinks you particularly need the reassurance (but at least it's small comfort to him and to his grandfather, he knows)* No one can say you and the marchwardens and Túrin and all those Noldor don't take care of business.