Well, I'm in a bit of a fix. I'm being chased by one enraged Elven Lord, one Fingolfin, brandishing his legendary sword on high, and his ungrateful little lordly son, Fingon. And no help is in sight. Oh Elanorelle, I'm sorry I didn't make a good impression on your family here. But the feeling is quite mutual. Um, I'm sorry if I leave blood stains on the carpet. Um, ah, a laundry chute!