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Galadriel: He suffers from autism.

Celeborn: I don't suffer, I just have it.

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Annatar: *Threatening torture*

Celebrimbor: They called him- they called-

Elrond: *Singing obnoxiously, drunk*

Celebrimbor: They called him the- the-

Elrond: Have you met the Sylvan? My god they know how to party!

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Gil-Galad: Have you... Slept recently?

Elrond, delirious: Why'd ya ask? Is it the clowns? Can you see them too?

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Curufin: This map is bullshit.

Celegorm: The fact you're still alive is bullshit. The only thing that map has done is call you an idiot for holding it upside down.

Curufin: It's upside down?

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Glorfindel is two years older than Galadriel. Not very much in the grand scheme of things and with how old they all are, but when the time comes he does enjoy tubbing it in her face. He's the oldest of their friend group, not her. And then he fades back and lets everyone think she is, but they all know. And secretly, or so secretly, Erestor's the oldest of them all. Not that he'd say anything about it, he lets them have their fun. He's biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Celeborn knows Erestor's the oldest, he knows how old everyone is because he sits back and observes and listens. He's not going to stop the eventual train wreck from happening. No, it will happen, but he will know when it comes and he will be prepared with popcorn. Elrond just gets to watch because he's well set as the youngest, which is in mild contention with Lindir(Celeborn knows their ages and won't clear it up). Both are content to sit back and enjoy the show with Celeborn though.

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Galadriel: You. Out.

Celegorm: But-

Galadriel: Out.

Celegorm: But I didn't do anything!

Galadriel: Yet. Now out.

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Gil-Galad: Ugh, this paperwork makes me wish I was dead.

Elrond: I can help with that?

Gil-Galad, immediately suspicious: No, I think I'm good.

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Annatar: Will you be visiting long?

Elrond: Good question. Bit sinister. What's the answer to not get us killed?

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Celebrimbor: I'm being extremely clever up here and there's no one to stand around looking impressed! What's the point of having you all?!

Gil-Galad:

Elrond:

Galadriel: Don't you want to slap him?

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Annatar: If you'd rather not hear these words there's still-

Elrond: Can you hurry up please or I'll hit you with my shoe.

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Elrond: Hey, kid, I'll give you a silver piece if you go heckle Celebrimbor for two hours.

Kid: Deal!

Later

Celebrimbor: Hey, kid, you're a pain. Do you have parents?

Kid: Uh, no?

Celebrimbor: Would you like to?

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Elrond does the weird chicken head wobble thing. It creeps everyone out.

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Annatar: *Frustrated screaming*

Elrond: He's been doing that for hours. I don't know what's wrong with him.

Annatar: The Peredhel has been ignoring all attempts to sway him. He just sits there and ignores all whispers.

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Galadriel: Don't lock eyes with Elrond. Ever.

Celebrimbor: If you do, break eye contact immediately.

Gil-Galad: You're freaking me out.

Galadriel: Good, you should be scared.

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Maglor: The problem they don't tell you about raising Peredhel children is that you will wake in the middle of the night to glowing eyes up in the corner of your room. It scared the life out of me the first ten times. Now it's a regular occurrence and if they aren't there I get more worried.

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Elrond: We should have a festival dedicated strictly to arson.

Galadriel: Your Feanorian side is showing again.

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Gil-Galad: Take off the cuffs.

Eleond: You're letting me go? The last time I punched a cop they weren't so cool about it.

Gil-Galad: How many cops have you punched?

Elrond: Today or like ever?

Gil-Galad:

Elrond: I'm kidding! One. Okay, five.