Separate names with a comma.
Kris: Rhy, if you need help, call for Lauryn, she's an expert on curses. *I go to Angie* I'll join you, sweetie ^.^
(Night Rhy)
(Oh, that would be Gimli.)
(The hobbit?)
(STOP IT. BOTH of you. Oda, calm down, please. Rhy, stop throwing fuel on the fire.)
(Gimli? Oin? Gloin? Balin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Fili, Kili, Thorin Oakenshield?)
Kris: *Stares at you* Voldemort has been dead for years. We killed him for the fourth time.
(Cjk, there aren't phone in Lotr, and there aren't magical communication devices either. There are only messangers and birds. So don't make stuff...
Kris: *The water evaporates* If it isn't someone important dying, it can wait... I need to be with my family...
(Kris is busy, and Lauryn is sad atm, looking for Ari)
Kris: *Chuckles and more dolphins join the first, making a mini water show in mid-air* You're good at this, hon!
Lucy: Why are you here?
Lucy: Oh, that's too bad...
Kris: *Laughs and smiles brightly, adding my own little flying spells, making hoops of floating water for the dolphin to go through*
Lucy: No family?
Lucy: No clan name? Then I am Lucy, around 1053 years old, and I'm half-elf.
Lauryn: I understand... *Disapperates* Kris: No, show me! *Laughs, happy beyond belief that you're both still here*
(In that case, scratch the general part of my post)
Lucy: *Laughs* I am alive. If you want a clear answer, you should give a clear introduction. Saying your an elf general's son means little.
(Np) Lauryn: Yes.