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*stares at his reflection, aghast*

*slowly turns his head from side to side, scarcely able to believe that's his face looking back at him--his too-pretty features, his too-sharp ears, his too-pale skin*

*swears softly in his native tongue, hating the way the syllables trip so strangely (musically) off his tongue*

*grips the sheet tightly around his waist and heads to the kitchen in search of his father* *wants answers* *now*

*enjoyed the break, but is nonetheless relieved to have the boys home again* (*especially considering the whole fiasco with Lúthien's son*)

*is sitting at the kitchen table, fiddling with some beading (has taken it up again recently, having nothing better to do misses her salon ome), when she hears something a bit... unusual?*

*follows the sound into the back part of the house until she reaches 'Gil's door* *stands there listening for several minutes*

*quietly hurries off in search of Ulfang*

*is free*

*granted, has some severely raw and burned wrists to show for it, but is walking out under his own power, and that's something*

*skirts around the edges of the camp, waving at "fellow" Easterlings as he passes (as they see what they expect to see)* *makes short work of the half-drunk men guarding the horses and liberates one of the friendlier beasts (shushing the others with a word)*

*looks up at the sky to get his bearings* *okay, so the Sun refusing to rise is generally a bad thing, but at least the stars are out to guide him*

*is about to head off when something else occurs to him* *. . .* *coaxes the steed into a quiet pace around the camp's outer perimeter, carefully straining his senses for one little bit of light in particular*

ETA: *makes for Tirion as quickly as possible* *is exhausted and sore and feeling the pain in his wrists much more now that he's out of immediate danger, but isn't willing to sleep until he gets home*

*rides a good long while before deciding it's safe to stop (briefly) and let the horse rest* *dismounts by a stream and leads the steed to drink*

*sinks down wearily on the bank and contacts his mother as he refills the water skin* Nana? Can you hear me?

*so far, is having a very good time at the Easterling camp!* *has been oohing and ahhing over the many stolen horses tethered nearby while his father and brother were off drinking coffee and discussing Grown Up Matters*

*was a little nervous at first, hoping no one would knock his head covering off or ask him to remove it for whatever reason, but has relaxed a lot while chattering with the men in charge of the horses* (*they seem to think he says certain things funny, though?* *will have to ask his father*)

*is eventually brought to the fire in the center of camp, where he is told a meal is being prepared* *oh good, is starving*

*spots his father and brother approaching and stands on his toes, waving them over* :)

ETA: *slips away while his father is engaged in what sounds like a serious conversation with Uldor*

*is very, very curious about the other half-Elf in camp--Uldor's guest?*

*from what he could hear, it sounded as though the guest was staying in Uldor's tent* *asks one of the men for directions there, mumbling something about being sent to fetch something or other*

*eventually finds himself at the tent entrance* *peeps inside*

*finds the task of hunting down his elder son to be just a bit more time-consuming than he'd originally imagined* *oh yes, he taught the boy well* :\ *is grateful for the guidance of the far-seeing hawk and a reasonable amount of tracking skills* *not to mention intimate knowledge of how a kidnapper's mind works* >_>

*finally gets to the point where he can see the outskirts of the camp and reins in his horse, dismounting*

*is more disturbed by her conversation with Lúthien than she let on*

*knows Ulfang wasn't involved, but can't help but worry that he might end up somehow pulled into things if she asks him about it* *just wants him to have a little peace, dammit* :/

*did promise to ask, though* *and can definitely sympathize with a mother worried for her child* :(

*bribes Horus the hawk with a chunk of tenderloin and sends him off with a simple message (just in case the dumb bird delivers it to the wrong tent or something):*

Are you and 'Gil enjoying yourselves? ~E.

*has been avoiding his father ever since the big scary revelation* *isn't afraid of him, exactly, but doesn't really know what to say to him?* :(

*in the meantime, has gone about finding out the rest of the story via library books and talkative neighbors* *for some reason, finding out that Morgoth indeed lied to his father? and betrayed the Easterlings after the war? leaves him very, very angry* *almost feels betrayed, himself, as silly as that is*

*is tiptoeing around the kitchen one afternoon in search of a snack, and espies a bit of pie left in the pan* *ooh, pie*

*thinks he should probably ask his father whether he wants the rest of it, though?* *...* *or ask his mother to ask his father?*

:/

*decides he'd feel flat-out stupid if he bothered his mother with such a thing* *swallows and goes in search of his father*

*has developed a fascination with the bards and buskers on various street corners in town* *is specifically interested in the travelling Noldorin types--thinks his mother's folk are much more interesting than the Vanyar (hymns, hymns, weird poetry, more hymns) and the Teleri (sailing, sailing, waah our ships, more sailing)*

*comes across a particularly engaging bard right in the middle of a song about one of the battles in Middle-earth* *likes those songs--they're so exciting!* *stops to listen*

*laughs at the re-created banter of Turgon and Fingon's meeting on the battlefield, holds his breath when the trumpets and banners announce the arrival of Maedhros' host, and is right on the edge of his metaphorical seat as Morgoth empties the last and fiercest of his forces upon the combined Elvish and mortal forces*

*and then--*

*blinks in surprise to hear his father's real name* *the name he is not to use in public, ever* *listens with an increasingly confused frown as the story goes on* *wonders if this might be a different Ulfang (the Black?)*

*slowly heads home, bursting with questions but unsure as to whether he should ask his father*

. . .

*decides to find his mother first*

*wakes with a start, her heart pounding wildly* *lies still for several moments, shaking off the last vestiges of a dark, oppressive dream*

*closes her eyes and breathes in deeply* How many nights has it been--

^Gloriel-- Artafindë? son?
^Dahab-- Ingo, come on, Turvo's found a frog!
^Lauriel-- just Finrod will do, I don't stand much on ceremony--
^Gûldien-- Nóm, if it pleases your Majesty...
^Pharazîn-- they call me Felak-gundu, although Felagund might be easier on your tongue, yes?
^Lóriel-- Findaráto, sweetheart...
Findaráto--
Findaráto--?

*sucks in her breath, her eyes flying wide* *touches her face, her hair, and finally brings her hands up before her eyes, staring in disbelief*

*spends several minutes listening to herself breathe, feeling her heart beating, wondering at the simple (terrible) newness of it all*

*eventually gets up and wanders over to the window to gaze out at the sleeping (and now, entirely too familiar) city*

*watches the eastern horizon and loses herself in thought as she waits for the first real day of this new life to begin*

*wakes in the middle of the night to find that he is quite a bit bigger, and therefore very cramped and uncomfortable in his crib*

*quietly climbs out and wraps a blanket around his waist* *heads out to the living room, figuring he'll just sleep on the couch and let his parents work things out in the morning*

*slows when he sees the slender shape lying curled up on said piece of furniture* *forgot they had a guest*

*hovers in the doorway while he thinks of what to do*



((Ian Iskander Goum = adorable))

*arrives home after the scariest afternoon ever*

*gets her guest settled in the living room and sends 'Gil off to put his things in his room* *doesn't want him out of her sight, really, but needs to talk to Ulfang alone for a few minutes*

*speaking of said Easterling...* *heads into the kitchen and goes straight into his arms*

OhEruIlosthiminthecrowdanditwashorribleIwassoscared. Buthe'sokayjustscaredbutokay. Andwehavecompany.

*accompanies his Nana to the busy outdoor market, and as always, is in AWE* *so many strangers and shinies and sweets and and and!* :D

*holds his Nana's hand and toddles along beside her, looking around with wide eyes and chirping in an excited mix of Khandian and Sindarin*

*feels a little twitchy after the main competition*

*once the various awards for solo singing, choral singing, under-eight singing and poetry have been distributed, bounds out onto the stage*

*clears her throat* I know that music is serious business and, like, so is Music but, whaddaya say to a little fun?

*launches into song*

*has had a very busy festival day, thus far*

*finds himself wanting to escape the stress involved with family reunions and upset parentals and such*

*waits for an opportune moment, then slips off into the growing crowd with a muttered excuse*

*wanders a bit, keeping half an eye out for Ereinion (without even realizing he's doing so, really)*

*turns up at the festival grounds with Ulfang and 'Gil just as things are getting kicked off*

*darts a curious (and somewhat wary) look around at all of the weird, weird Vanyar* *wonders if she'll be able to tell the Ainur apart?*

*directs her attention downward and tucks her son's scarf more securely around his neck* Keep ahold of Abi or Nana's hand, okay, 'Gil? It'd be easy for a little boy to get lost in all of these people.

*has been enjoying getting to know the little ball of energy formerly known as her ickle baby* :) <3!

*in-between frantically toddler-proofing the house, that is* :s

*and trying to pick up Khandian* :P

*decides she requires chocolate of some kind, but discovers that she has absolutely none on-hand* :/

...

'Gil, sweetie? Go find your Abi and help him with... er, whatever he's doing, okay? Nana's going out for a little bit.

*wakes up*

*is bigger!*

...

*is still hungry, though*

*stands up in his crib and holds onto the railing*

Aaaaabi. Naaaana. Aaaaabi. Naaaaana. AAAABI! NAAANA! NAAAAAANAAAAAA!

*and so forth and so on*

*takes a last-minute break from moving to go visit the Casa de Elrond*

*wants to introduce 'Bri and the twins to 'Gil, at least* *can't quite remember whether they even know she's a she* *it's been a while* :s

*is pleased to report that both father and baby survived their bonding experience* X) <3

*has been surreptitiously packing up and getting ready to move to Taniquetil*

*decides she owes a few people visits (and baby-squeeing) before she disappears, though*

*sends Lúthien a note asking him to meet her at the park, in the usual clearing* *for old times' sake* ;)

ETA: *leaves the café and heads over to the bookstore, thinking to pick up a few books on Taniquetil and Vanyar in general Worst Case Scenario Survival Handbooks, most likely*

*waits in line at the café for a quick fix of their mediocre coffee and notices the newspaper headline about Morgoth's return* :S:S:S