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[moreweaponsthanyou]

Fil's SmartPhone:
Hi, This is Fil. Sorry I can't pick up right now, if you leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as possible!

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[youngestone]

so uh

okay yeah no way to say this but bluntly but

we're cousins

my dad was your uncle

Hjalti or something idk how to spell it

call if you can this is probably not for texting

text

[moreweaponsthanyou]

oh shit

are you serious?

i spewed my coffee all over the place.

Hang on, I'll call in five after I clean this mess up.

text

[youngestone]

kay

sorry

Voice

[moreweaponsthanyou]

[And 10 minutes later because he took 5 minutes to clean up, 5 minutes to settle his nerves.]

Killian? It's Fil.

I could have sworn you texted me saying you were Uncle Hjalti's kid.

voice; I have no patience

[youngestone]

Fil, pick up the phone.

Pick up the phone right the fuck now.

voice; /laughs at you

[moreweaponsthanyou]

Killian? What's up? [Fil sounds kind of distracted because he's doing some work.]

voice; shush

[youngestone]

My dad's here.

[One day, he will call when it isn't a crisis]

Timey-Wimey Ball, February 23 (Sunday)

[proudbraveandtall]

[So Thorir has politely requested (read: made explicit he had no choice in it) that Hjalti attends Sunday lunch. If he's said dinner, well, Hjalti wouldn't be there, but lunch seems less formal and less... well, everything for some reason. So, he only put up a token protest, and showed up on time.]

[A little early, actually, because he has something he has to do first. He knows his family too well, even after the long separation, to not guess how they'll all react to his sudden reappearance, and he knows Eydís will be the worst of the lot if he puts off telling her for any longer than perhaps another day or two. So he's snagged Thor's phone (and his address book) to make the call.]

[Considering he's standing in the middle of the living room with the handset a good four inches from his ear and his sister's ranting is at least audible even if the phone speaker doesn't have the best long-distance projection, it's probably going pretty well.]

o/

[moreweaponsthanyou]

[Fil had spent most of the morning catching up on his work. He liked his new cousin, completely does not mind dropping work for Killian but it also meant that the work that's not getting down in the office needs to be made up elsewhere. Sunday morning was a good time to do catch-up work; people were either sleeping or out of the house. He thought he'd made good progress on it, just an hour or two more and he'll have completely caught up in time for Monday morning.

It was nearing lunch now and Fil headed downstairs to see if he could give Aunt Mardis a hand with lunch, even if it was just setting the table. Passing by the living room, he paused in his footsteps as he heard a familiar voice coming from it.

A very familiar voice that was ranting so loudly through the phone he could hear bits and pieces from the doorway. Why was his mother yelling at Uncle Thorir? Fil stuck his head through the doorway, blinking in surprise at seeing someone he'd never seen before instead of his Uncle.]

[proudbraveandtall]

[Being fair, their sister would definitely rant at Thorir if she'd felt he'd done something dumb enough to deserve it. The odds of that actually happening, though, were very, very small, given that Thorir was one of the most level-headed and least judgmental people in the family. Still, maybe one day it would happen.]

[But not this day. This day she has another target, a much more deserving target in her opinion, and Hjalti's just letting her get it all out before he even tries to say anything. It's safer that way. She does seem to be slowing down a little though, the volume decreasing gradually, and he finally puts the headset closer to proper position so he can speak into it.]

Yeah, I- Will you st- Yes, I promise, I'll come visit soon. No, don't bother, I can get directions from Þór, and- I won't get lost! I'm not him, Dís. [There's a renewed burst of shouting from the phone that makes him yank it away again, although he's got a small smirk on his face. It's always the privilege of the younger sibling to harass the older ones, of course. But this time he catches sight of Fil, and while he doesn't know specifically who he is there's little chance it could be someone other than a relative, and therefore someone he needs to meet. There's a Thorsson stamp on him, anyway, certainly more than there is on Killian. Hjalti lets the yelling about the nickname fade away before turning back to the phone.] I need to go, people are starting to come in- I will call you later, I don't want you coming after me. Yes. Yes. No, I'm not ransoming my bike to you. Yes. Yes. I really- Yes, I have to go- Yes later, goodbye.

[He turns the phone off before she can get started again, giving a sigh and shaking his head as he turns to Fil.] I think she's gotten worse over time, not better.

text;

[disdainfully]

The names of the dwarven members of the group that, among other places, visited Rivendell together were Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Balin, Dwalin, Óin, Glóin, Dori, Nori, Ori, Bifor, Bofur, Bombur. Bilbo the hobbit was with them, and Tharkûn the wizard was with them at least sometimes.

text;

[moreweaponsthanyou]

Thanks Uncle.

I got something too. Fili's mother's name was Dis. What a coincidence, isn't it?

text;

[disdainfully]

You knew about Eydís nickname?

voice; on March 18th

[youngestone]

[In between bouts of laughter]

So, funny is drinking with your dad and being able to outdrink him because apparently past you could drink like a horse.

voice; on March 18th

[moreweaponsthanyou]

...Are you drunk? [Fil sounds a bit incredulous.]

voice;

[youngestone]

Nope, which is why I'm laughing. Met up with Hjalti yesterday and after the ce--er, after lunch we hung out at his place. He let me drink. Didn't feel a thing, and I've never so much as smelled alcohol before. Mom was strict about it.

voice

[youngestone]

Bro, do me a favor and babysit Liam so he doesn't kill my girlfriend's cats. I don't have the money to bail her out for manslaughter.

voice

[moreweaponsthanyou]

Fine, fine, I'm on it. Bring me back something nice from Vegas, okay?

voice

[youngestone]

Duh. Unless of course you were the jackass that planted that phone and called every two hours so it played "Kiss the Girl".

voice

[youngestone]

Hey, it's me. Uh, thought I'd let you know that Fíli and Kíli's dad was, uh, dead a long time before they went after Erebor.

[moreweaponsthanyou]

Well shit.

[youngestone]

Yeah. [He lets out a breath] Yeah. On the plus side, that guy wasn't Hjalti? Since he remembers Erebor, sorta.

phone; a while after Fil brought Liam to the clinic

[disdainfully]

Liam just texted me. What did the doctor say?

[moreweaponsthanyou]

Most likely flu because of malnutrition, ie. Liam lacking all common sense, EVER.

But doc's also not taking any chances that it might be bird flue because of Julien (and I think he KNOWS Julien). Told me to take off the shelf tamiflu and go to the hospital if I get sick alter.

[disdainfully]

Bring more of it, on the off chance that it is really bird flu. Me and Gabriel were as exposed to Liam as you were.

Aaron is Eliot's godson and from what I understand used to be numbered. He's the one that Julien learned Sindarin from.