[Amanaduial the archer]

Well then, my neme-a is Emunedooeeel zee Ercher. Good grief..

Heh heh, my first post of Broth- sorry, Bruvvahood, a Story From The Last Alliance: RPG fread, in cockney:

Arffain welcomed 'is china eagerly, runnin' up ter him. But such a greetin' were in order; it 'ad been too long since they 'ad last seen each uvver, right, years 'ad passed and Arffain knew 'e must 'ave changed a bit in the elfs mince pies. But the bloody elf still 'ad some tricks up 'is sleeve, and 'is beautiful voice, right, as clear and pure as a mountain stream, shocked Arffain into putting the mockers on.
"Mellon, why 'ave yer never sung wiv me before, eh, squire? Yor voice 'as such purity! Honest guv!"

Melost grinned mischieviously at Arffain as 'e replied. "One must never reveal all one's gifts. How ordinary I would appear in yor mince pies if I couldn't amaze yer now and again."

Arffain mock bowed slightly. "Ah great words from the chuffin' wise Melost! Honest guv!"

His mucker raised an eyebrow slightly, still smilin', and stretched 'is legs. Right. "Ai! Blimey! I'm used ter travellin' afoot! Blimey! Light-footed fough she is, right, my Estel 'as tried me muscles this day! Struth! But Arffain! Blimey! Behold Menelmacar as 'e strides among the stars."

Arffain 'umoured 'is mucker, 'ave a lookin' up at the sky wiv 'im, but 'e 'ad never been able ter see such beauty in the bloody finks that Melost rendered so wonderful. He knew 'ow much it meant ter his elven mucker ter find beauty in wee fings fough, right, so 'e didnt interrupt, but sat dahn at the fire again and waited.

After a mument the elf turned hammer and tack and sat dahn wiv 'im, right? "Yer would ravver sit by the fire than survey the beauty of such a night?"

Arffain shrugged. "I spose me personality 'asnt changed much, right, china. Like yor 'ave a looks." 'e flicked 'is mince pies up and dahn the elfs still yerffful body, right, and 'is unlined Nanny Goat Race, still like that of a twenty year old. Yer can't 'ave a knees-up wivout a joanna. The elf were centuries older than 'im, right, but 'e felt ancient beside 'im. Melost shrugged. "Yer 'avent aged much eever, Arffain."

"Yor a silver tongued liar, right, Melost! Oi!" Arffain shoved 'im playfully. Yer can't 'ave a knees-up wivout a joanna. "Nay, right, many years 'ave passed since last we met. Too long."

"Aye, right, too long, do wot guvnor! And many fings 'ave no doubt 'appened for boff of us in the chuffin' time since."

"Indeed. Come, tell me Melost, wot 'as been 'appenin' ter yer these long years?"

Oh, Cuthalion would have a fit...that made me laugh aloud!