"You're my favorite harpy of a sister, even if you're the only sister that I have. I loveth you muchly, fair-faced witchling!" proclaimed Fingon in AK47-firing french, who had to manage to give his sister a kiss on the cheek without touching her unicorn, or he would get thwapped again. He rushed over to give Maedhros a breath-stealing thunder kiss, and mounted his mount, so they could be off in search of shinies jewels and other precious whatnots! Off rode Fingon on his robot unicorn steed, toward the highways of fortune and ill-gained notoriety.
Oh, it would be a glorious night for lightening the purses of unwary travelers, indeed!