Mablung was strolling down the long corridor, letting his hand run against the cool stone that run for an unmeasurable length down his right side, mumbling softly to himself.
"528 490, 528 491...ah there you are."
Beleg looked up immediately when he heard Mablung's voice since Eru knows when.
The two grinned and leapt to embrace each other
"Eru Beleg, what happened to you? You just fell off the face of Arda."
"I was following Turin and he mistakenly stabbed me awkwardly in the shoulder. He then took no heed of my insistence that I was not dead yet and rolled me face down into a ditch and left me there."
"Bummer"
"No kidding, so what's your story?"
"I was hit by a dwarf."
"oh"
a faint sound of raucous singing could be heard in the distance, Beleg looked up worriedly, squinted, and groaned.
"Oh Eru not again."
Mablung strained to hear what or who was singing,
"What in arda..." he breathed
The reunited friends were then interrupted by a huge banana that came sining down the hall followed by a mopey troop of much less enthusiastic singing elves
Who can take a dead guy (who can take a dead guy)
Live'm up anew (live'm up a new)
Oh Mandos can, the Namo guy can,
The Namo guy can 'cause he adds bananas and makes the halls feel good
Mablung stared wide eyed at the passing group of banana plus elves, then looked to Beleg for an explanation,
"Poor souls," he said in a hushed tone, "Saeros, Thingol, and Daeron put up a fight so Namo made an example out of then and made them sing with him."