Feanor, Not Lord High King of Anything (feanor_lite) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-18 23:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | caranthir, feanor, gladharil, ithiriel, maglor |
Who: Maglor, Gladharil, Feanor, Caranthir, Ithiriel
What: Talk of the bonding process, Maglor breaks, Feanor lectures, and .... multiple copies of the Elf Sex Book are passed around. Also, awkward Ithi/Maglor moments!
When: Yesterday!
Maglor: *asks as soon as there's no kings or healers or elven healers or betrothed persons around* ...what in the name of the two trees is wrong with you?
Gladharil: Excuse me?
Maglor: You...you blurt things out worse than I do. o.O; Its embarassing. -_-
Maglor: *is probably being dragged along now*
Gladharil: *is dragging along, but at an easy pace?* I'm sorry. *blushes a bit* I'm just happy for her, and you. And it's hard to resist teasing.
Maglor: *well, at least its not being called a girl by six other brothers...* *looks like he's waging an internal battle on if he should ask...things...or not*
Gladharil: *blows hair out of her face* Just ask.
Maglor: *goes down mental list* *asking caranthir? no, would result in being laughed at* *father? umm...would get stared at* *Ithiriel? he would end up hiding under blankets at some point* ...uhhmmm....well...its just that I...uhmmmmm...I never...bothered to...pay attention to...the.... *tries to think of the right nice word to say* ...specifics. *winces while being led along*
Gladharil: Specifics? *eartips turn a bit red* *leading him along by walking arm in arm?* >.> Well. It's not like I've done anything more than you have, but..
Maglor: ...oh, sorry...I shouldn't have...asked then... *is very red earred, also*
Gladharil: I think, once you get to a certain point, you'll know exactly what to do.
Maglor: ...after we sailed here...I simply did not think...I would...ever....yes, you're probably right....
Gladharil: *pats his arm* From what I can tell, these things come out of nowhere.
Maglor: ...nowhere took a very long time, to come about.... *is cringing* ...or for things...to...come out...of...nowhere, I meant...perhaps... *oh DOOM moment and looks like the thought is one of embarrassing DOOM* ...I should just...ask my Ada....
Gladharil: *nods her head* You spent all that time. But everyone deserves a shot to be happy, however they get happy. *blinks* Well, he would know.
Maglor: ...to explain it...so...it is not so...is not going to be.... *curses in quenya under his breath*
Gladharil: I doubt you want to ask Elrond or Celeborn. Galadriel might be forthcoming but *shivers* I can't ever see asking her THAT. Could ask Faramir?
Maglor: ...no, no...I could not ask them, and that advisor...he is not one of us, though he seems very understanding, all the same... *is left with...the DOOM* *should have paid more attention to when his mother told him, alas was young and more concerned with collecting broken harp strings*
Gladharil: *blushes a bit* I can tell you a few things?
Maglor: .... *blinks at her and stops walking, eyedarts* ...can you?
Gladharil: What I recall, from being told myself. Your souls bond. It's like..burning warmth. Filling you like a vessel, until you're both overflowing with joy.
Maglor: *blinks at that*
Gladharil: you become one being, for a time, and after that, you are always linked. You become whole.
Maglor: .......whole? *now looks MORE paranoid than ever before, if that's possible* ...linked? I meant, I knew that...yes...but...I did not, well, I thought it...not different...but...
Gladharil: Right now, you, I, her. Every unwedded one of our kind, are half of what we could be. That's my understanding of it.
Maglor: *oooh is thinking that can't be good* ...so, perhaps...then...it would be like...knowing every little thing...past and present... *does NOT look very at ease with this, even if he's being reminded of stuff now*
Gladharil: *shrugs her shoulder**puts a hand on his shoulder* I know what you're thinking. Don't think it. Don't worry about it. There are things she's done that she's not proud of either.
Maglor: *looks at her like "I DO NOT HAVE A SILMARIL!"?* *steers off walking in direction of that inn his father is staying at, will check there, if not there, then at the forge....*
Gladharil: I've come to realize you're more than that? >.>
Maglor: *is walking now!* *is going into inn!*
Gladharil: *follows* Maglor?
Maglor: *is going up the stairs!* *and is knocking on the door* *frantically* *with rappy rappy knocky knuckles!* *with not one hand but BOTH hands*
Feanor: OI! Cease knocking like a paniced little girl, I am coming! *opens the door* ...Ah.
Maglor: *has somehow managed to both cringe and fidget entirely, at the same time* *rather twitchy*
Gladharil: *got lost back there, catches up*
Feanor: What in the name of the most shiny gems has gotten into you!?
Maglor: ...I do not think...I do not know...this whole entirely thing...the...you know...wedding another....them knowing what the other person...knows and...!
Gladharil: *facepalms*
Feanor: *mirrored facepalm* *pulls the door open completely and points into the room* IN.
Maglor: ....not myself...at times...was rather... *makes with a OFF in the COSMOS hand gesture and then rushes into the room*
Gladharil: *pushes him in, looks at WEIRD FEANOR WOMAN like 'please set him straight!'*
Maglor: *still blurting along* ...yes, was rather that...off...elsewhere....somewhe re else, I mean...but here at the same time and....I TRIED TO DROWN MYSELF!
Maglor: *slaps a hand over his mouth and blinks*
Feanor: Sit down, order your thoughts, and speak again like my son, and not some ..... paniced fishwife. *blinks* You did?
Maglor: *sits down and eyedarts, then says in a low voice* ...more than once...
Feanor: *rubs at her face* When? Why?
Maglor: *is looking at the walls like they are fantastical things, indeed* ...the sea...did not want to cooperate...and it...was when I was...not myself...at some point after...I used some of my hair to...string my harp....
Maglor: ...I was very, very miserable...for a long while...a very long while...and at points...I was not like...myself...anymore. *fingers at the cuff of a glove and continues studying the walls* ....so...if we bonded...and became one...then...would she not share...in THAT...also?
Feanor: ..... *frowns* ... *paces, looking thoughtful*
Maglor: *notices quiet and reluctantly admits* ...I was going to try again...in that place near the river...while I was away...but the horse...stopped me from wading in.
Feanor: I would smack that cranky elf repeatedly if I thought it would do any good whatsoever.
Maglor: I was even thinking on it...that day that...both you and Caranthir...rode up on your horses...it is not his fault...it is mine.
Feanor: ... Stop.
Maglor: *finally looks at her and presses lips together like he's not going to say anything more about it, unless its blurted out*
Feanor: *walks over, puts a hand on each of Maglor's shoulders, and looks into his eyes* Do you wish to live, now, or not?
Maglor: ....well yes...but...yes, I do...but...
Feanor: Yes, or no. Yes?
Maglor: *nods in the affirmative* ...but...
Feanor: .... There are not buts. You either wish to, or you do not.
Maglor: ...I do not seem to have...much...control...over such things...when they happen...as I said...I am not myself...
Gladharil: *slipped out, and came back with Caranthir*
Caranthir; *slips in with her, and remains silent*
Feanor: We all have times when we could be accused of such things.
Maglor: Then I have had...a great, great many times...then....
Feanor: You have spent a very long time, in this very old and very marred world, being very, very, depressed. But I think, you are better now. And I remember when you were better, before.
Caranthir: How you did not fade away, I know not. But you have my respect for that.
Maglor: ...it is not something to be respected. *sighs*
Feanor: .... There are only two people in this city I respect, Maglor, and you are the chiefest of them.
Maglor: It is that half the time... *sighs again and looks away*
Feanor: It was harder. To face everything, and not die. It is not a weakness that you survived, but a strength.
Maglor: It does not feel that way.
Feanor: You have a great deal of strength. I think you have the kind of strength that girl needs.
Caranthir: *sits, and crosses her legs rather ladylike*
Maglor: *.....oh no, is about to have another cry moment and is trying not to*
Feanor: It is not merely memories you share when you bond. You are no longer two. You will never be two, again. You are one. One person. Weaknesses become less so. Strengths are shared. It does not matter, and it will never matter, again, who you were, or what you have done, or even what your faults are. *runs a hand through her hair* Because you share. You share in everything. You share the faults, and you understand them, and through the bond you have the strength to forgive them, and patience, as well.
Feanor: Your mother and I had many disagreements. She stayed, when I left. But even then, even now, we are one. And even now, as much as she is disappointed in me, she would love, and forgive. And most importantly, understand. Like no one else ever will. Do you see?
Maglor: ... *nods but looks miserable all over again*
Feanor: *still remembers when he bonded with Nerdanel*
Caranthir: Then why does you face look as though a cart has run over a puppy >.>
Maglor: *is back to fidgeting again*
Feanor: ... Perhaps if I put it this way. *glances at Caranthir, and hopes he doesn't roll his eyes* You get to a point, in the process, that is music.
Maglor: *is listening...mostly*
Feanor: You have your song, the song you would sing if nothing had ever happened to you that was horrible. And she has hers. You will hear it, in a way you never heard it before, but when you bind, there is a new song. The song you make together.
Maglor: That is the same way that it was explained to me, but...
Feanor: *runs a hand through his hair, and turns away from them all* When we were wedded, the light in her eyes was brighter than even the trees...
Maglor: *quiets*
Feanor: There is nothing .... that will bring you the same happiness. Do not deny yourself that, merely to save her from yourself. She will have parts of herself she does not wish you to have, either.
Maglor: *rubs a finger at one eye* ...I fear that I have no strength to lend, even to myself...and all she will hear of this 'music' is sorrow....that does not seem very 'joyful' to me.
Feanor: Maglor, there is music within you that is not sorrow. I know, because I have heard it.
Maglor: I was not made of the same stuff, that the rest of you were...and that was a very, very long time ago. In another place and time that I can not turn myself into, again.
Feanor: Yes, you were. And that does not matter. You are listening with only half of your ears.
Maglor: *sighs and bows his head down a bit*
Caranthir: *looks thoughtful* I was told something once.
Feanor: *is silent, and staring out the inn window*
Maglor: *glances in Caranthir's direction and then is back to looking at the floor*
Caranthir: That a man is only as good as his heart.
Maglor: *sighs softly*
Caranthir: And you've the best heart of us all.
Feanor: I cannot better explain. ... it is just .... no hurts, matter, anymore. .... things get washed away.
Maglor: ...yet...you can not tell me, either...that it will entirely mend broken minds or already wounded hearts, can you. Forever afterward.
Feanor: It is true that minds and hearts are harder to heal than anything else. But I think if there is a way to mend your mind and heart, she would find it.
Gladharil: How can they? Feanor was not broken before he was wed, and Caranthir was never wed.
Caranthir: Yes, I think it can... *glances at Gladharil* I've known that I can love someone. And I think she would have mended me.
Maglor: .... *can accept THAT as making sense, then, but not that everything will automatically be bunnies bouncing over the countryside under rainbows and sunshine, as soon as IT happens* *that, to him, the automatic mending...does not make sense, and shattered-and-glued-together brain? can't fathom it* *but looks like he has a splendid headache trying to fathom it? even if he doesn't really have one?*
Gladharil: Though Ithiriel knows more of the story, I do know of one couple that came together, and were mended. A soldier who crossed the Helcaraxe and eventually served Caranthir. I don't know if you remember him. His name was Aurion.
Maglor: I do not recall him, no. Caranthir was... *waves a hand around like 'off in that direction'*
Caranthir: I think I recall him.
Gladharil: All I know of the story, is he was present at the sacking of Doriath, and she lived there. He spared her,for she was very young, but in the process was forced to kill her father and mother.
Feanor: *winces*
Maglor: *sighs, miserably*
Gladharil: They met, later, in the second age, and fell in love. He spent most of the second and third ages, denying himself her, because of the blood on his hands.
Maglor: *sighs even more miserably*
Feanor: *hopes this story has a happy end, for Maglor's sake*
Gladharil: And yet, she still loved him. She still wed herself to him, and they healed each other of their hurts.Because like you, he felt remorse. They're in Aman now.
Maglor: ...the only way, that I will ever not feel the need for remorse...is if the valar, themselves...knocked upon this innroom door...and said I need not feel so much remorse any longer, for I do, and I will.
Gladharil: I never said he stopped regretting, or stopped feeling remorse.
Feanor: .... *facepalms*
Maglor: *well, is wallowing in it right now* ...I was only making a statement, Gladharil...
Gladharil: Face it. The three of you. Aurion. Hundreds of others, you killed innocents. But you also did great things. Morgoth would have won, destroyed the Edain, destroyed the Sindar, if the Noldor had not been there to hold him back for so long.
Maglor: *scrunches up his face* ...the killing of innocents...does nothing but befoul any such 'great deeds'. It far overshadows that.
Gladharil: Of course. But it also proves, that you're not evil.
Feanor: They did no more good in his hands, than they did in mine. My chief regret has always been forging them to begin with, or not handing them over when the Valar asked. That, and destroying my son's lives. *steps out of the room*
Gladharil: Misguided. Foolhardy. Stupid. Stubborn. Fire-tempered. But not evil.
Maglor: *gives her a look like 'thank you for adding those things?'* *then stands up and follows Feanor out of the room* ...wait...I was meaning to ask...
Gladharil: *facepalms, about to call out, but then he's gone*
Feanor: *stops walking*
Caranthir: *gets up, walks past her, and outside of the building*
Gladharil: ...I suck.
Maglor: ... *catches up and looks down at father-type-thing* ...were they going to release you all, from the halls where you waited?
Feanor: I never asked.
Maglor: ...I do not want to think on this too deeply, on having to lose either of you again...though in mortal bodies...it seems it will happen... *shakes his head like he really doesn't want to think on that* ...but, if you were going back there...
Feanor: I would like to think, that if I do well enough here, Mandos might be kind enough to pass a new judgement.
Maglor: ...and if you live this life without...foul deeds... *nods a little* ...I was hoping so. Would you ask for that?
Feanor: I deserve what has been handed to me.
Maglor: And I do not? No one held a sword to my back, and made me do anything, either.
Feanor: If it is offered, I will gladly take it, and pray that our kin are as forgiving as they say. *sighs* Maglor.
Maglor: *whispers softly* ...what if he was waiting for you to ask.
Feanor: Then he was waiting for me to be ready to ask. And I was not ready.
Maglor: Are you now? If you say that I have this...strength that you all had....would you be ready now to ask for that? Or are the thirty-two elflings going to know both of you, only so briefly.
Feanor: I do not know.
Maglor: Then think on it. You will not be here long enough, to see all thirty-two of them...and it is important, to me.
Feanor: *turns to face it* You have the strength to live on, and be miserable. You have the strength to stubbornly cling to only your sadness. Do you have the strength to take happiness too?
Maglor: ...I am going to try. At least I will try, instead of sitting in silence, and never asking.
Feanor: It takes far more strength, to put aside guilt, and remorse, and self-loathing, to let yourself be happy. To let HER be happy with you. If you have that strength, enough to GIVE me those elflings, then I will have the strength to ask Mandos for a new judgement.
Maglor: I have been doing the same thing that you all have, it seems. *folds both arms over himself* I am just as much to blame, and I know as much, at least.
Feanor: I never said you were not. She loves you. Despite the blame that I know SHE knows is there. Do you think love is such a common gift that you can just pass it aside like that?
Maglor: I know, and as I said, I am willing to try, even if it will not cure all ills, and as long as it does make her happy.
Feanor: If you think that, you were listening to only half of that elven maiden's tale, instead of all of it.
Maglor: *looks...flustered*
Feanor: When you get there, you will understand. Let yourself get there.
Maglor: *gets to point, then* ...then know, that I would be happier still, if I had my family finally set free enough to enjoy the same happiness. Not crammed into frail mortal bodies. Where I will lose two of you again, and do not know if I shall see you ever as you both once were.
Feanor: I will ask.
Maglor: *uncomfortable silence* ... *HUGS ONTO TINY MORTAL FATHER-TYPE-THING*
Feanor: *HUGS BACK* *it's not like anyone's watching >.>*
Maglor: *right, no one's watching >.>* *should have been a daughter instead of a son? can't help it* *lets go, is like 'ahem' and all >.>; and everything*
Feanor: *likes him just fine the way he is, eru damn it*
Maglor: ...so then, there is nothing else that I need to know about...what we are going to do, since... *mumbles about mother not being there to...ask*
Feanor: *eyedarts* *eyedarts the other way* ... I love you. And I would like to love her, too. And your children, who I think will be beautiful. And hopefully craft music, at least. *ahems, eyedarts again* Ah. Well. It is very tiring, the bonding thing.
Maglor: *nods* I love you, too, and she will as well, as will all the little elflings who will either be healers or play music or run about with bows... * blinks* Tiring?
Gladharil: *wonders if there's a book she could give Ithi and Maglor..*
Maglor: Oh, well...we can not, right now...as she is tired already and resting and...needs to heal and regain her strength. *thinks that's what father is getting at, yes*
Feanor: Yes, tiring.
Maglor: *nodnods*
Feanor: Bonding like that is very stressful? On the soul, so yes, make sure she is rested. .... you .. know what you are doing, right? >.>
Maglor: .... *raises eyebrows a little and blinks* ... *blinkblinks*
Feanor: ... mechanics?
Maglor: Oh. OH. I do believe so. One needs only watch the rabbits in the fields to get the general idea of it, I think.
Feanor: ... well... the rabbits are a bit...hasty, I would think.
Maglor: ...it happens rather swiftly. *nods like he agrees*
Feanor: It does not need to be that swift. ... take time to ... get to know eachother.
Maglor: ....oh. Oh? OH. *thinks for a moment* I think that part...will not...pose a problem. These mechanics you speak of.
Feanor: Explore. Females like to be touched places. And kissed places. Not just .... the rabbits in the field stuff. *is blushing scarlet*
Maglor: I just said it will not cause a problem! *TURNS RED, EYES GO ROUND*
Feanor: Right.... well! .... I am ... working on a... ... is that little elf still in there?
Maglor: *is now backed up against the hallway wall, staring at...much shorter father type thing in horror*
Maglor: I think I should go... *points back at the room like fetching her is a good idea, yes!*
Gladharil: *left and returned with a book >.> Got several copies, one for herself, one to give to Ithi, and one to give to Maglor**walks into the room**hands the book to Maglor* Here.
Elvish sex book: Hi
Maglor: *well was in the hallway since Feanor left the room before...so wondered why Gladharil passed by but...hi, elvish sex book?* ... *nearly drops elvish sex book! when he sees what it is*
Maglor: *voice rises up to all new heights* What is WRONG with you?!
Feanor: *picks it up* *arches a brow* *opens it* *holds it up sideways, blinks* .... I never tried that one.
Gladharil: *blushes* You wanted to know mechanics!
Maglor: ...no, no, rabbits...go slow...tiring...intimate things...we will have no problems with such a thing, really! *reminded self that Ithiriel knows how, so will just...have to be an eager student?* *takes the book from his father* It will not work with you now, as you are intending it in your head. *points at...father's...breastages*
Feanor: ....
Gladharil: *looks at a picture* Why is she putting it in her...hmm...
Feanor: You will have to try it for me. >.>
Maglor: The mechanics with you is slightly...off...and...! *closes the book so NO ONE ELSE IS LOOKING AT PICTURES, heads down the stairs, has very red ears*
Feanor: *points at Gladharil* You!
Gladharil: *turnstogo*
Feanor: ... I want a word with you.
Gladharil: *stops* Word. There. *takes a few steps*
Feanor: Do not make me glare at you in a very Feanorian fashion ><
Gladharil: *sighs, stops, turns around,w aits*
Feanor: *pulls something out of his pocket* *holds it up to a light* Do you know anything about healing?
Gladharil: *blinks* Yes. I was going to go into it, for a time. *as in, for reals, rather than as a side thing she sometimes does when needed**has natural talent and some training*
Feanor: You are Ithiriel's friend, yes?
Gladharil: yes.
Feanor: *holds out the gem, which has been inscribed in a circle around the surface, in quenya* I am working on something for her, that will aid her in healing others, when she cannot draw on it herself.
Gladharil: *blinks* A channeling stone? Or something with natural energieS?
Feanor: .... Excellent. You know of both kinds. Which kind would of better help to HER.
Gladharil: She tends to drain herself out. Having reserves would aide her more than channeling.
Feanor: Then what I need is reserve light, in this gem. I have no such gift, to trap that in there, though the text is prepared for it.
Gladharil: you want me to do that?
Feanor: I have plans to also sit it out in the sun, under the moon, and under the stars to trap that light, but if you can somehow PUT what it is you use IN here. Without harming yourself. Like she did. >.>
Gladharil: *nods her head* I can..try..I'm unfamiliar with such things
Maglor: *is meanwhile outside waiting, with the book turned sideways, and is blinking at the illustration*
Feanor: You might ask her how she did it. *points in Maglor's direction* I know he has something she did it with. I would not want you as drained as her. I believe the text will help to trap it. I have already told the gem what I want it to do.
Gladharil: *nods*
Maglor: *has item in question around his neck, in fact*
Feanor: .... And I was thinking of putting this in a blade, to use in battle, but .....
Gladharil: nay.
Feanor: *rubs at her face* It seems contrary to the purpose.
Gladharil: *shakes her head, denying that idea outright*
Feanor: *nods* Suggestions are welcome. It is not a HUGE gem. Necklace, perhaps?
Gladharil: *looks it over* Aye, a pendant!
Feanor: *nods* And I think instead, for the blade I was forging, something protective. *nods* *will need to think on that more* *gets glassy-crafter-look*
Gladharil: *nods her head, and hands the gem back over* Bring it to me after the light of the sun, moon and stars is within it.
Feanor: *snaps back into attention* ... I like you. *takes the gem* Do you need a knife or anything?
Gladharil: Awha?
Feanor: .... Dagger for ... protectiong, eating ... knife for fighting, sword....? I make very light swords?
Gladharil: ... >.> Well, I used a sword during the war, but I've decided to put it down and not pick it up...
Feanor: *nod* Well. If you have need. In return for your help, I would gladly make you something. Otherwise, I have some drawing to do and a few things to forge. *is also going to have to go hunt down Caranthir for jewelry ideas* *remembers Caranthir being good with silver scroll work*
Maglor: *is still waiting outside the inn, appreciating the...artist's fine renderings of...things...in a purely artistic appreciation sort of way* *yesssss*
Gladharil: Maybe a dagger...long and thin, but that can be hidden in a dress, but rugged and useful when I get it in my head to sit in trees and spend time in the forest.
Ithiriel: *would just die if she knew he had that book*
Maglor: *is only admiring the artwork! its really sort of pretty!*
Feanor: Perhaps ornamental looking at the top, so that you might use it to pin a shawl, or decorate a bodice, or pin your hair?
Maglor: *if one looks past the smut* ... *somehow doesn't think an elf drew the pictures in it...*
Gladharil: *blinks* That would be a very small dagger o.O
Feanor: Ah. Something to hide in a boot then.
Gladharil: That might work. Though a thigh-sheathe would as well.
Feanor: I will sketch some designs so that you might pick. It would be hard to retrieve such an item from up your dress, should you meet trouble. A boot would be better. Perhaps something that could easily strap to boot OR thigh. In any case, thank you for trying to cheer up my son but I honestly think only one elf was ever born who is up to the task.
Maglor: *is somewhere in the middle of that book now, but is twisting it upside down and sideways to figure out what the sweet merciful valar this one particular illustration is supposed to be doing*
Gladharil: Ithiriel. *nods her head* We should go rescue Maglor from the horrors of that book *snerks* And I need to run some errands.
Feanor: ... How is she?
Gladharil: Better.
Feanor: Have you been to heal her? I do not trust that cranky elf further than I can t hrow him.
Gladharil: He pointed out a few things that Imissed, but I did some healing myself.
Feanor: *looks around, notes Maglor is nowhere to be seen* Is she losing that finger or not?
Maglor: *is holding the book at arm's length, with both hands, at a slant, and squinting*
Gladharil: *shakes her head* But it may be decades before she has full use of her hand again, if not longer. It may never fully heal until she sails. *demonstrates with her hand how far she thinks Ithi will be able to bend fingers and the like.*
Feanor: *winces* Luckily she is not a crafter, then.
Gladharil: She is a healer, she will be fine, if she doesn't drain herself all the time 9_9
Feanor: ... I think I shall get to work. Much needs doing, now. And.... as I understand it, Artanis is teaching her. So perhaps that will be well, too. If not, Maglor might learn to reign her in.
Maglor: *finally declares in quenya, while outside the inn* Oh, I see now! Her knees are up by her own HEAD! *is like 'silly me'* *...* *then mind boggles*
Gladharil: *smiles, and gives her a hug*
Feanor: *blink...blinkblinks* *hugs....back?* *pats exuberant elf*
Maglor: *tuuuuuuuuurns to the next page >.>*
Feanor: Work ... forging... sketching....... Maglor... Naked Elf Book?
Gladharil: *lets go and heads outside!**blinks!*
Feanor: *escapes, to find a place to set the stone so that it'll soak up ALL the light over the next few days*
Maglor: *is trying to trace over the picture to find out who's arm that belongs to and why its there* *has look of intense study going on, like its a maze or something* *mouth quirks up a little while tracing - either past a leg or an arm, he can't tell who THAT belongs to - with a fingertip*
Gladharil: *pokes his shoulder*
Maglor: *throws the book!*
Maglor: *blinks at her* Oh. Hello, Gladharil.
Maglor: *realizes he threw the book, goes to retrieve it, then stands there, hugging it to him with both arms*
Gladharil: *giggles* I haven't had a chance to look at it yet, myself. Interesting?
Maglor: *so no one can see what the cover says on it* ...no, its a terrible, awful book. You would not want to look upon it. Its very confusing and not at all good. I'm hungry. Look. *points!* A bakery.
Maglor: *starts to head there, yes*
Gladharil: *laughs* Enjoy the fine foods! I've things I need to attend to! *hugs him before he gets away!*
Maglor: *was hugged, sighed, then grinned a little sheepishly and walks in, looks for some things he can maybe sneak to Ithiriel so she can nibble on something besides healer's food*
Gladharil: *leaves a copy of the book with ithi, and goes to do her errands!*
Maglor: *buys...pastry type things* *walks out with parcel o' pastry type things hugged in one arm, one stuck in his mouth, and the book open again so he can 'study' it* *manages to somehow walk back up to the healing houses, without being ran over by carts and such...mostly because they had to weave at the last second around him, and run into other things*
Maglor: *oblivious, is having an aesthetic appreciation moment, really >.>* *enters healing houses with book in one hand, and still has pastry stuck in his mouth, is blinkblinking a lot, wanders into the wrong room, wanders back out, then wanders into the right room*
Ithiriel: *At some point woke up and noted book under hand, now has it lifted up in front of her face with her good hand*
Maglor: *walks past the king's bed, around the screen, starts to sit down, looks at the last second and notices there's no chair there, so scoots over and sits down in the chair*
Ithiriel: *has obvious puzzlement on her face like she, too, is trying to figure out what parts are where*
Maglor: *sort of...leans forward, and puts the little sack of pastries down on the bed by her side, then sits back, takes the pastry out of his mouth with the other hand, still staring at the book* ...its rather perplexing.
Maglor: *takes a bite of the pastry and cheeeeews, while blinking at mind-bogglingly bendy..things*
Ithiriel: .... Yes... it is. ... Well, I know SOME of these pages well enough, but still..... *has pink eartips, admitting that, then looks down at pastry bag* Pastries! *puts book down, takes one*
Maglor: *swallows, pauses to stare at it some more* ...I was hoping you would...know some of this...yes... *takes another bite* *mumbles while chewing since its not polite to talk with mouth full, but has book covering his face* ...legs really shouldn't...bend that way...I think the artist took liberties...or used contortionists for models.
Ithiriel: Only the beginning bits, in all honesty .... *nibbles a bit at the pastry, tries to see what page he's on*
Maglor: *turns the book to show her and it is...a very sexy mess*
Ithiriel: ... *tilts her head to one side, then the other* I think my legs would bend like that.
Maglor: *looks very perplexed* Would they? Wouldn't it hurt? *looooooks at it again* Oh, those are her ARMS. I see where her legs are......now. *blinkblinks, takes another bite of pastry*
Maglor: *chews while ears turn a nice shade of rose-colored* *thinks the next page looks more safer*
Ithiriel: *nibbles a bit at her own pastry, then sets it down* *continues looking, tilts her head at the next page* That one looks more intimate.
Maglor: *leans over, looks, then nods* It does. *asks her inbetween bites* ...where do we hide these books, Ithiriel? We can not leave them...laying around...
Ithiriel: We absolutely cannot, this is true. *looks around* I can think of nowhere here, that would be safe.
Maglor: *is blinking at her, while chewing, and has the book on his lap* *nodnods at her*
Ithiriel: .... out of... curiousity..
Maglor: ...? *gives her a curious look since he's chewing on the last bite of pastry*
Ithiriel: *looks at him* How much of this book did you ... THINK I already knew? >.>
Maglor: ...... *eyedaaaaaaaaarts* *cheeeeeeeeeeews*
Ithiriel: *lowers her voice* You do not have to get into specifics...
Maglor: *swallows and it sounds like a gulp* ...I thought you would know...a large part of it? *pause* *SMILES?*
Ithiriel: *laughs nervously* I .... see...
Maglor: ... *laughs a little nervously too* ...even so, you have...more experience than I?
Ithiriel: *drops her pastry to rub at her face with her hand*
Maglor: ...or not?
Ithiriel: *which is somewhat funny to watch, since the pastry had jam on it, and she's rather weak, so really, she's just mostly very lightly smearing her face in jam*
Maglor: *winces a little bit at that* ...uhhmmm.... *trying to point at her face, to get her to stop* ....uhhmm...Ithiriel ...did not mean to offend you, but....hand...face...jam?
Ithiriel: .... face... jam? *looks at hand* ..oh. *drops hand to bed, sighs* Listen... alright... the first few pages... that's it...
Maglor: *goes and gets a cloth, looks around, dumps some water very messily on it* I am listening, meleth...first few pages, yes... *runs back, begins washing her face off*
Ithiriel: We never... *eyedarts* .. Thank you ...
Maglor: *blinks at her, finishes wiping off the last bit of jam* ...you never what?
Ithiriel: ... The parts you do ... to consumate.... those parts... we never did them. So I... am really just as new to this, as you....
Maglor: ... *makes a 'oh' face and nods* *wrings the damp jam cloth with both hands, getting...jam-tinted water droplets everywhere* ...ahh...well...then...even so...you still have done more than I...
Ithiriel: .... well yes.. but.... I just ... thought you aught to know.... .... ...... I mean ... *blushes* I wasn't ..... a .... one of those street women ... like them.. >.>
Maglor: ...that's good then...I mean, I'm sorry you did not get to, if you wanted to before....but....its still...somewhat good then that... *wrings the cloth some more, is making a mess and doesn't even realize*
Maglor: ...that maybe then, you and I...could...well, we'll have to figure it out...as long as it isn't done like rabbits do, too swiftly...
Ithiriel: .... nay ... nay .... listen ... if we had .... it would have bound us, see? ... so... and then I would be dead ...or ... at least as miserable as you used to be... so .... *eyedarts* we will be fine, and not... like ... rabbits.
Ithiriel: *points* you are dripping purple water all over the floor...
Maglor: ...no, no...not like rabbits and... *looks down* ...oh. I should go put this back on the table, over there...
Maglor: *runs to do that, slips and falls halfway there* *lands with a THWUMP* ... *holds up sausage he threw earlier* I found that stinky meat on a stick.
Maglor: *stands....GRACEFULLY...and puts the cloth on the table...and the half picked apart sausage on a stick...on top of it...neatly* *walks back like nothing at all worthy of note happened, siiiiiiits doooooown*
Ithiriel: ........ Are you .... alright?
Maglor: Oh yes. I'm all right. How are you?
Ithiriel: ... alright.. yes... well.. the burns, and things?
Maglor: I do not know. I forgot about them. *pushes up a sleeve and then sniffs at his arm* The herbs dried, and do not smell entirely unpleasant...unlike the meat on a stick.
Ithiriel: Galadriel left.. I will have to see about getting new ones applied for you...
Maglor: It is only a dull ache, now. So that must mean it is well again. I will just cut the bandages off, if I can find a knife laying about....
Ithiriel: I wish I could help. *frowns*
Maglor: *lifts up the bandage to peek in* It is not black and blistery, but red and somewhat blistery...so that is better. *smiles at her* I forgot all about them, after that night. ... *well now that he did notice it, squiggles a finger in there and itches*
Ithiriel: ....stop that.
Maglor: Stop what?
Ithiriel: Itching... it will only make it worse.
Maglor: No, no...it will not... *is discreetly squiggling finger* How can something which feels so good, make things worse?
Ithiriel: Yes, it will. ... stop itching it for a few seconds, and you will understand, when it starts itching and burning worse.
Maglor: *smiling at her like 'naaaah'* Oh, look. *removes finger from under bandage and points at the pastry bag* More things to eat. *snags one, eats and eyedarts* .... *like his arm isn't itchy but yet...it is*
Maglor: *covers mouth with one hand since he's chewing, and tries to sound reassuring* ...it does not itch. *or is trying to convince himself* *points at her hand with the pastry* ...how is your hand? Without wriggling your fingers, does it hurt any less?
Maglor: *attempts to rub his arm on the back of the chair while her attention is diverted*
Ithiriel: .... If you do not ask, I will not have to lie? *smiles?*
Maglor: .... *sighs out her name* Tell me?
Ithiriel: *squints at him for a bit* If I were a lesser being, I would be delirious with pain. *smiles, again* Though the tea helps?
Maglor: *winces in empathy* ...I hope so.
Ithiriel: Most of it hurts slightly LESS than the day they had to drug me, which I find comforting. *picks her half finished pastry up, and starts nibbling on it, half-heartedly*
Maglor: *twists his arm around to experimentally scritch fingers on his back, has a look of grinny sappiness on his face* ...that comforts me as well. At least you are staying in bed, though, and not trying to run around, doing everything all at once.
Ithiriel: ... ai... meleth. *watches him* I can tell you which herbs will numb the itch... if you get them....
Maglor: *sighs and slouches a bit, hanging his arm down at his side* Do not worry over it. I am more concerned about you.
Ithiriel: I am being a very good girl, and drinking the nasty tea Elrond keeps bringing... and trying not to be any further stupid, so that we might wed before another century passes.
Maglor: *nods* You are not...wary of it, then? ...bonding with me, I meant.
Ithiriel: Should I be? The only part, as of now, that makes me wary, is the part where if I try it this instant, it might kill me. >.>
Maglor: ...well, yes, that...I meant later...with the...actual...bonding...part. Since...well...I just worried that...its not like I want you to be...
Ithiriel: *arches a brow*
Maglor: ...trapped under a big rock pile of sorrow and regret and...broken things. *looks away and fidget-scratches his arm*
Ithiriel: Sometimes... I'm almost more afraid of what my mind is going to share with you, than what your mind is going to share with me.
Maglor: ...those things you already mentioned before, is that what you are afraid of?
Ithiriel: ... your memories are going to be different from what I have read in books. Similarly, I ... really, cannot accurately describe to you ... the same way that I remember it..
Maglor: ...I'm afraid so.
Ithiriel: So. *shrugs* We share the good, but we also have to share the bad.... we will work through it.
Maglor: *sighs* ...then I would warn you, before, that...had I a city wall to contemplating throwing myself off of, I would have been standing upon it, many a time. I worried, you would know that, and...it would make things unpleasant for you.
Ithiriel: It cannot be any more unpleasant than all the times I, also, have thought of it. It got to a point where I threw myself into battle, in the hopes I would not come back. We, apart, are perhaps some of the most miserable elves, ever.
Maglor: We are, I think... *nods knowingly, has done that before, also* ...but then, at the very least, we know what to expect. And Feanor says it will not make things miserable, but...better. Even if it does not erase all things.
Ithiriel: *reaches out her hand for his* I want to agree. I see the light in your eyes when you smile at me, and mean it.
Maglor: *takes hold of her hand and does smile* ...just...remind me, when there is a commotion outside...not to push you out the door with a bow and sword to protect yourself, just to find out what is happening. *smiles brightly?*
Ithiriel: Next time, we will go together, and I will wear gloves to protect myself. Just in case.
Maglor: Or I might sit you in the corner? So you can sew? *whispers to her* ...which I would never do, and you know that already.
Ithiriel: *whispers* So I will learn to be more careful... so that I do not need to see that look of panic directed at me. *squeezes his hand a bit* I love you.
Maglor: *keeps whispering* ...you will see that look of panic, no matter what...and... *scoots the chair forward, then leans down and kisses* ...I love you too. Even if I doubt bonding will calm either of us down, for we are both stubborn, even if accepting of one another. *genuinely smiles at her*
Ithiriel: *smiles back* Perhaps the 6th child or so will. *twinkles her eyes, just a bit, and tries to make herself more comfortable* *can feel another 'nap' coming on*
Maglor: ...perhaps...by then, I might stop fearing that they will fall into a ravine or the likes. *sits back in the chair, holding her hand still, will let go when she's drifted off into elsewhere*
Ithiriel: They will not, with such careful eyes watching over them.. *whispers, squeezes his hand just slightly* *goes all dreamy looking*
Maglor: *watches her, smiles a little, then finally lets go of her hand so she can get some much needed rest* *and he can both itch at the bandages and study that book further >.>*