Aredhel Ar-Feiniel (![]() ![]() @ 2008-05-05 16:38:00 |
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Current mood: | chipper |
*chatters away on her phone* Yes, darling -- no, darling -- would I lie to you, darling? No, don't answer that. I'll see you in a few days.
*snaps her phone shut and makes her way to Fingon's office*
*sweeps in past Margaret (without an appointment!)* 'káno, you do realise that the world's not going to end if you leave this room once in a while, don't you? I've already arranged with Margaret to have it locked during the wedding and your guards have been instructed to shoot you on sight if you try to break in. *flops down on the couch and picks at a frayed thread, wrinkling her nose slightly* Don't worry, of course, they won't be real bullets. *laughs lightly*