(Of secrets kept, strength like a tower.)

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FORM: Sending crystal.
SENDER: Maedhros
RECIPIENT: Everyone with a crystal.
WHAT: Oh look. Planning.
WHEN: A week or so after his brother's disappearance.
WHERE: Kirkwall at the moment.
NOTES: Let's talk about monster hunting.

Tell me about dragons. (Short, sweet and to the point.) Apparently bears and large spiders will not do.

(Maedhros, get out of your head and explain. Quiet comments to yourself don't count as communicating.)

I want (need) to go on a hunt.

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(He will never complain if he earns a kiss for his efforts! Maedhros grins into Fingon's eyes lovingly.)

Doesn't it? Bless him if he ever desires to kiss his dear Arien! (But her lips are probably on fire, so...)