Elenwë of the Vanyar (vanya_elenwe) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-04-30 03:45:00 |
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WHO: Elenwë and Turgon
WHAT: Comforting, talking.
WHEN: Early, early Tuesday morning
WHERE: Their room
WARNINGS: None expected
STATUS: Closed/ongoing
As she had told him she would, Elenwë had put on a kettle after putting her device away. She was concerned about Turukáno, and concerned that they had somehow accidentally made themselves unpopular. It had certainly not been their intention! Nay, she knew for a fact that Sara's intentions were sincere and caring, that he had only been worried for their safety. It was a hard fact of this place, that what was kind and caring in one world was considered rude in another.
And Turukáno was certainly lordly; perhaps it had not gone down well with the humble origins of the pony-girl.
But more than anything, she was concerned with Sara's pains. He was tender and sensitive, and very soft in some ways, and he had never meant anyone harm. That she knew. And building, architecture and the like were the love of his heart.
When the kettle whistled, she left it to steep in cups, hugging herself as she looked out the window, waiting for him to arrive.