[Voice]

[seawanderer]

[ There's a new voice over the comm devices today, one that clearly belongs to a singer thanks to the odd lilt to certain notes. ]

Please forgive the interruption...Has anyone experienced something new happen to their bodies as of today?

Specifically....has anyone lain eggs courtesy of the last few days?


[ A longer pause, and he makes an attempt to make this bit private to one Thranduil, Elven King. And he sounds both resigned and bemused. ]

Thranduil, there are some things here that may interest you. No, I will not bring them to you, you will have to come here.

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[tauraran]

{He glances at Maglor quizzically, yet something settles within him too. The eggs feel like theirs and he would be allowing himself a delusion if he said otherwise.}

Was it painful? {To lay them? Thranduil looks over the other Elf for signs of blood.} Our bodies are not made for laying eggs.