[Now that's someone he never thought he'd see again. Elrond himself is doing a fine job of looking somewhat discombobulated while fingering the mithril circlet that had shown up in his locker. He had been in the process of finding someplace a little less... impersonal than the lockers when a ghost from the past stopped him in mid-step.
It's not often he's surprised to the point of speechlessness. It takes a moment to form words and yet the only one that will come is a single name:] Maedhros?
/just slides on in here
It's not often he's surprised to the point of speechlessness. It takes a moment to form words and yet the only one that will come is a single name:] Maedhros?