Caranthir the Dark (caranthir) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-19 14:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | aragorn, arwen, boromir, caranthir, eomer, eothain, feanor, ithiriel, lothi, maglor, rodwen |
Who: Snow, Feanor, Caranthir, Maglor, Ithiriel. Briefly Eomer, Lothi, Eothain, Rodwen, Arwen, Aragorn, Boromir.
What: Witchery powers go a bit out of control, when Feanor gets depressed! Talks about Nerdanel!
When: Sometime recently!
Snow: *gently blankets the city, and has been doing so for a few hours now*
Guards: *wtf?!*
Arwen: *shivers, wraps a spare blanket around herself, shuts the shutters*
Aragorn: *groans a question*
Arwen: *sighs at him softly, squeezes his hand*
Aragorn: cold..
Arwen: It is snowing.
Aragorn: ...it's late spring..
Arwen: *takes the blanket she wrapped around herself, and tucks it around him* This is not something you need to concern yourself with.
Aragorn: ....*dry look at her*
Kids outside: *SNOWBALL WAR!*
Boromir: *up in citadel thinking its ODD, but is too busy playing his version of 'ruling steward' to be bothered with things that aren't catastrophes involving bloodshed* *has...COUNCIL MEETING*
Arwen: *smiles at him, slightly* I think most of us would rather you concentrate on surviving.
Boromir: *well, a guild council meeting...just so can make everyone trudge through the snow for it*
Maglor: *is still next to Ithiriel's bed with a far off, distant, dreamy expression*
Feanor: *isn't even outside to notice the snow*
Aragorn: *nods wearily*
Gladharil: *is in Ithilien running into a man!elf*
Arwen: *builds up the fire a bit*
fat white cat: *is walking through the city streets, waggling paws like 'eeeew' almost every other step* *looks...fat and cranky*
Ithiriel: *lays there looking... extremely pale and bored out of her mind*
Galadriel: *is off somewhere, oblivious to snow*
fat white cat: *slips into healing houses, is like 'eww! damp feets!' and plods its way into rooms, finds king's room, sits in doorway, SURVEYING things*
Eomer: *peeks his head out Lothiriel's window* .... *blinks*... o.O
Lothi: ::looks over his shoulder and blinks::
Caranthir: *enters the healing houses, kicks the cat as she walks past* Maglor, it's snowing.
Ithiriel: *waves her good hand at Caranthir* I think... he is sleeping.
Eothain: *can somewhere be heard further down in the city, yelling* SHIT YES ITS SNOWING AND NO YOU'RE JUST GETTING AN ALE GUT, KNOCK IT OFF! BEMA!
Eomer: *reaches his hand out to catch a few snowflakes* .... oh what the hell is he yelling about.... *>.<* SHE'S FUCKING PREGNANT YOU SHITNUGGET!
fat white cat: *hissed at other witch, went bolting to hide under a bed, will scratch when witch passes by, as means of revenge* *if nap doesn't happen yet*
Lothi: ::smiles::
Eothain: *yelling back* NUH! SHUTTUP! *pause* YOU OWE ME A DRIIIIIINK!
Rodwen: I'm FUCKING PREGNANT YOU SHITNUGGET! I HAVEN'T BEEN DRINKING TO GET AN ALE GUT!
Eomer: If he were closer I'd throw snow at him.
Caranthir: *frowns, sits next to her brother*
Ithiriel: *tries to sit up a bit*
Eothain: ...you...want-to-be ball-and-chain? Shut it. *yells back* SHE'S GOING TO DRINK ME OUT OF THIS INN ROOM THAT ISN'T MINE! JUST YOU WATCH! Lush.
Lothi: ::giggles, wraps arms around his shoulders::
Eomer: *sighs* See? And this? Is why I have NOT told him we're married yet.
Maglor: *at least is relaxed enough to sit still, but even in dream state, hand makes its way over to his arm, and fingers start itching*
Eomer: *squints at the snow* .... It's ... almost summer though... this is wierd.
Ithiriel: *sighs* Help me out of bed, Caranthir.
Maglor: *has dreamy grin on his face like...that felt better than whatever it is that his mind's wandered off to*
Caranthir: *stops his hand, then looks at Ithi*
Maglor: *now has look of 'awww' scrunchy expression on face, blinks a couple of times*
Ithiriel: His arm and back are healing, but if he keeps itching... *sigh* Just help me up so I can treat it with herbs.
Maglor: *long exhale and says in a very soft voice* ...no, no....its well...I can take these bandages off now. *looks over* ...oh hello, Caranthir...
Caranthir: I am not so sure about that...
Maglor: ...hmm?
Ithiriel: ... *starts trying on her OWN then*
Caranthir: It being healed.
Maglor: *moves quickly, helps her lay. back. down.* *shakes his head*
Eomer: *hugs Lothiriel to him*
Lothi: ::hugs back::
Arwen: *goes in search of another blanket* *is FREEZING*
Maglor: You need to rest. Resting does not mean getting out of bed.
Eomer: I might get dressed and go find him, to throw snowballs at him.
Lothi: ::chuckles::
Ithiriel: You need herbs....
Caranthir: What herbs, I'll get them.
Maglor: No, no...nooo, no, no...its fine. Really.
Ithiriel: It is not. *indicates the jars* A pinch from each, in hot water.
Maglor: *petpets a hand against her face* I'm well. *looks at Caranthir* Really. The bandages are bothering me more than anything.
Caranthir: *does so!*
Maglor: *sighs*
Caranthir: Now what?
Maglor: It is healing, that's all, so of course it would itch...and... *stares at Caranthir for a long moment* ...why are you here?
Ithiriel: ... now cool it .... *pushes herself up a bit in the bed*
Maglor: *helps her lay back down again*
Caranthir: It's snowing.
Maglor: Oh?
Maglor: That is a...very late snow, then...or...
Maglor: *eyes go round, recalls the way the weather got up on that mountain* ...where is our father?
Ithiriel: *growls*
Maglor: *is pat-petting a hand on her forehead so she stays put, but is rather o.O; now about the snow thing*
Caranthir: I don't know, but I'll be she has something to do with this.
Maglor: ...I will go check...just make sure she stays in bed and does not move around or try to walk or... *starts heading off!*
Ithiriel: *makes a face like >.<*
Eomer: *throws clothes and a cloak on, goes to get in a snowball fight with some rohirrim*
Caranthir: *shrugs, goes to follow!*
Maglor: *gets outside and...does a double or triple-take at the snow* *stopped and staaaaares*
Caranthir: I told you!
Maglor: ....oh, this is not good, Caranthir...
Caranthir: You think?
Maglor: I do not think it is good, no. No, definitely not. *then BLINKS, hard* I thought I told you to make sure she stayed in bed. o.O; *runs back inside!*
Ithiriel: *innocent look as she stirs herbs?*
Caranthir: .....*sigh*
Ithiriel: *one-handed, with the other one tucked up against her >.>*
Maglor: *runs back into the room and past the screen and slides to a stop* Back into bed! Please?
Ithiriel: I am fine, and you are itching, and... is it really snowing?
Maglor: *starts helping her back into the bed* Later, later...I might ask Elrond then, but not you and yes, it is, very much...and please...bed...
Maglor: I am but one elf, I can not be in two places, at once...but it would a nice quality to have, yes... *helps her sit back down on the bed*
Ithiriel: *grumbles as she's tucked back into a bed* If I had wanted another mother, I would have asked Ada to sail WITH me.
Maglor: *look of PANIC* *smiles and says through the smile* Stay in bed?
Maglor: I love you?
Caranthir: *sits on Ithiriel helpfully*
Ithiriel: OOf.
Maglor: *nodnods like that's good* Thank you...I will...return as quickly as I can, after I find out what has gone wrong now.
Maglor: *takes off running back outside x_@*
Ithiriel: *pokes Caranthir repeatedly*
Maglor: *searches, starts at the inn room, runs up the stairs, knock knocks with rappy knuckles - both hands - on the door*
Maglor: *tries the door to see if its locked?*
Caranthir: *ignores*
Door: *is not locked*
Maglor: *throws it open, leans in and LOOKS around*
Ithiriel: *sighs* You do not really wish to sit here.
Room: *empty!*
Maglor: *closes the door and runs back down the stairs, then out of the inn in an elvish tizzy*
elvish tizzy: *is apparently much more pretty than the mortal sort*
Maglor: *goes to...the forge!*
Maglor: *runs in, looking for short, slanty-eyed, mortal father-type-thing*
Caranthir: Not really.
Maglor: .... *asks aloud in westron* ...does anyone know where the little easterling woman is?
Ithiriel: Go and be with your brother.
Ithiriel: I will behave.
Caranthir: *looks at her sternly*
Ithiriel: *sighs softly* I am not lying. He needs you with him..
Maglor: *holds out a hand to about his father's height and asks aloud again, though he's getting no affirmative answers* This tall, short, a bit of a spit-fire sort, ill-tempered if you foul up on something simple...?
Caranthir: You will get out of bed.
Smith: *looks up* Annoying little Easterling woman. She was around here yesterday, with her sharp tongue, but we haven't seen her since this morning.
Maglor: ... *makes high pitched noise of rising anxiety and runs back out of the forge*
Ithiriel: I swear I will not. I will lay here being pale and bored, and stare at the ceiling.
Maglor: *does not want little mortals to be up to their ears in snow or something, tries to think of someplace else to look*
Arwen: *tucks another blanket around Aragorn*
Caranthir: Promise?
Maglor: *umm...starts at lowest point and works his way up through the city, conducting search*
Ithiriel: I promise.
Maglor: *even poking his head in through doors and windows to ask if anyone has seen a short easterling woman*
Caranthir: *nods her head, gets up, and leaves, and looks for brother or father*
Passersby: *have not seen annoyingly snippy Easterling Woman*
Ithiriel: *keeps her word, at least for now >.>*
Caranthir: *asks about really tall elf and really short easterling woman*
Maglor: *sighs, and somewhere on second circle, gets bombarded by the 'sing us the fuzzy wuzzy rabid foamy-mouthed warg' song*
Street Whore: *points in direction of Maglor*
Street Whore: Cute, tall, dark, good singing voice? I saw him that way, frantically searching for some Easterling woman.
Maglor: *has a kid clinging onto to each leg, and one dangling off an arm, and another little girl is poking him with a stick* I do not have my harp! Ouch!
Street Whore: I TRIED To tell him that he could find one at the Jun, but...
little girl: ...go gets it.
Caranthir: Thank you. *blinks* There are eastling women at the Jun?
Street Whore: *grins, winks* All flavors at the Jun, sweetie, even girls that serve other girls.
Maglor: ...I am...busy...ouch...naughty little children, I will turn into a bad elf and EAT you if you do not let go!
kids: >:0
kids: *ruuuuuuuuuuuuuun, but not before lil' girl gets one more poke with a sausage stick in, pokes him in the knee really hard, then skips away*
Maglor: >.o
Caranthir: ...........*walks off*
Caranthir: Are you okay? *at Maglor as he finds him*
Maglor: *keeps asking around for short little easterling woman, then sees Caranthir and shakes his head* I can not find him...her. Little mortal children keep poking me with sticks...and I asked at the forge, and checked at the inn...
Maglor: *makes high pitched noise of rising anxiety again and looks up at the sky like 'you can stop snowing now? it isn't happening, is it? no, doesn't seem that way...eeeeh.'*
Caranthir: *shakes her head* No one has seen her either. The citadel perhaps?
Maglor: ...I thought it best to start from the bottom and work my way up, but... *eyes kind of look up a bit further than the citadel* ...I hope he...she...has not....gone back up the mountain...
Feanor: *may, in fact, be back up the mountain, or near it*
Maglor: *thinks* If Ada did that, then...the key is with that advisor... *picks up little mortal brother-type-thing, and runs with intent to go ask king's advisor*
Caranthir: ....Lets check and see if her winter gear is in the inn room..PUT ME DOWN
Maglor: You are too slow! >.<
Maglor: *runs into inn, since that was a good idea, runs up the stairs, opens the door to the room, deposits....sister...on the bed, and looks around* Where is the pink leather?
Caranthir; *checks a trunk*
Trunk: *empty*
Maglor: *looks down at the trunk, makes that noise yet again* ...mountain...need to talk to advisor...yes.
Maglor: *hands Caranthir a pouch with a few coins left in it* Go buy something warm to wear and meet me at the citadel gate?
Caranthir: .....*nods, and heads off!*
Maglor: *heads off too, and since is quicker than brother is, stops off at the houses of healing to give Ithiriel a quick kiss* Father is up to something...must go climb the mountain now, please...please...stay in bed?
Maglor: Will take care of bandages, when I return...I promise...love you...going to climb mountain now... >.>
Ithiriel: ... okay ..
Ithiriel: Remember to bring something warm to drink, if Caranthir is going with you.
Maglor: *looks around* ...uhmm...I will just make Caranthir so angry his little mortal face turns red and that will keep him warm? Idonotthinkthereisenoughtime...
Caranthir: *finds outfitter**who scares him**and has WHITE leather this time..apparently after Feanor bought pink, it became a fad and white is now cheaper*
Maglor: I will return, very soon! *is off and running again, heads to the citadel, calls out his name as he runs past gate guards, and then through courtyard and then inside to find steward* *the non-grumpy one*
Snow: *lets up*
Maglor: *notices as he was running past a window, stooooops, runs back and blinks*
Faramir: *staring outside at the snow, himself*
Maglor: *well that's a better sign, at least? or he hopes so* *goes to the non-cranky steward's office and knocks on the door* *knocks like he isn't going to stop*
Faramir: Enter?? *turns around*
Maglor: *opens the door just enough that he can peek his head in* ...I'm sorry, don't want to bother you, but...Feanor....key...mountain? Did he ask you to use the key, I meant...
Faramir: Feanor..? That would explain the snowing...though I wonder what she's up to up there.
Maglor: ...so she..he...Feanor asked to use the key, then?
Faramir: *nods his head* I was thinking of asking you to find him, actually. It is good you showed up.
Maglor: *sighs and nods* I do not suppose there is another key for that path. Caranthir and I will go searching.
Faramir: *tosses him it*
Maglor: *catches it* Thank you, I will...return both the keys, and make sure the gate is locked...and...return shortly, yes... *nods and leaves!* *goes out to meet Caranthir!*
Caranthir: *outfitted in white leather warm weather gear, with fur lined parka**looks cute**don't TELL HER she looks cute*
Maglor: *won't* ...you look very pretty, Caranthir.
Maglor: *pretty, not cute* *see?*
Maglor: She went up the mountain. *holds up the key to that gate like...well, just pointed at it with his other hand, so its yet another 'behold!' moment*
Caranthir: ..Thank you *preens ONLY DOESN'T*
Maglor: *knowing look of 'you so just preened'* *nods and then heads for the gate, since is...worried about father :/ *
Feanor: *has found cave up in mountain!*
Caranthir:*follows after her brother..also bought snow shoes, along with extra pair for dad*
Maglor: *good, good!* *gets to gate, unlocks it, waits for Caranthir's slow mortal legs to catch up*
Caranthir: *CATCHES UP QUICKLY!*
Maglor: *sighs and makes show of shaking his head at her* *waits until she's through, then closes the gate and locks it, heads down the path!*
Caranthir: *has to put on the snowshoes before too long. Really quickly, actually*
Maglor: *waits* ... *sighs* ...so slow... *figures its better to tick Caranthir off now so he stays warm?*
Caranthir: *punches brother in the shoulder, and trudges along*
Maglor: *is punched in shoulder, starts walking and then leading up the mountain*
Caranthir: *trudge trudge*
Maglor: *stroll stroll*
Caranthir: *misses walking atop snow >.<*
Feanor: *curled up in a ball in girly furry blankets, now*
Caranthir: *really misses*
Maglor: *is on the look-out for any signs of little mortal footprints, even if they've been snowed in a bit, should leave...trail of snow-dents*
Feanor: *had a hard time getting up there, yes, though that was hours ago*
Caranthir: *points* That way.
Maglor: *looks where the point! is being directed at, nods and follows!* *well, is not trudging so...is leading while following...faint...trail of...dented snow type stuff*
Caranthir: *trudge trudge!*
Maglor: *stroll, stroll!*
Caranthir: *GLARE*
Maglor: *has back to brother-type-thing, can not see the GLARE* *stroll, strolls*
Caranthir: *bores eyes through back*
Maglor: *strolls all elvishly tralalala through the snow* *uuuuuup! the mountainsiiiiide!*
Caranthir: *points* I think I see pink!
Maglor: *blinkblinks* Pink! *runs after the pink* It might be our moose.
Feanor: *Put tent over covering of cave!*
Maglor: *stops when he reaches the pink! tent, can't knock on it, so...just waits for Caranthir to trudge-catch-up*
Caranthir: *trudgecatches up, calls out* Father!?
Feanor: *cringes, shrinks back further into the cave*
Maglor: *pulls the tent aside and peers into the cave, then holds it open so Caranthir can enter first*
Feanor: *which isn't very far, 'cause the cave is not that deep*
Caranthir: *enters, and nearly hits her head on the ceiling*
Feanor: Go away. *snaps*
Caranthir: Nay. *blinks* Is that mother?
Maglor: *has to stoop down so he doesn't do the same, follows in and then stops and blinks*
Feanor: Nay. It is some OTHER random elven woman. Who I do not care about, at all.
Maglor: ... *stares at likeness of mother and then sighs*
Caranthir: *sighs as well, sits down heavily*
Maglor: *crouches down and looks downtrodden* ...why are you in this cave, making snow sculptures of random elven women you care nothing about.
Feanor: *curls up further, hiding from them both*
Maglor: *morose* ...this is my fault, isn't it.
Feanor: It is not. *points at tent* You are aware of the exit. Good. Now use it.
Caranthir: Mother does not hate you. You merely had a..disagreement.
Maglor: *is still crouched down and unbudging, like he has no intention of using the exit*
Feanor: I never said she did. And I never said that was her.
Caranthir: *points* I recognize her clear as day.
Maglor: It resembles her, quite closely. *nods and points to it, also*
Caranthir: Or did you forget how fair her face was?
Feanor: *whispers* I have forgotten nothing.
Maglor: ...and neither has she.
Caranthir: *sighs, scoots over so she's sitting next to father*
Maglor: She would forgive you, it is as you said. *sits so he's hugging his knees*
Feanor: *doesn't look like she's much in the mood to entertain this conversation*
Caranthir: *nods her head* I think, that she, and you, and all of us, have had ample time to think over things.
Feanor: Peace and quiet is so rare to come by these days, that one may not even find it up in the cold and forbidding mountains.
Maglor: You should not have had so many sons, then.
Caranthir: ...*assuming she still lives**never saw her in Mandos, but that doesn't mean she didn't die when Feanor did, just went to the happier part of Mandos where Feanor and his sons couldn't go.**they got nothing but blackness instead >.<*
Feanor: She wanted as many as I did.
Maglor: That oft does not offer peace and quiet. If you both wanted so many, you should know now why it is silly of you to mention it being so rare.
Maglor: *tentative smile?*
Caranthir: *chuckles* *maglor wins*
Feanor: *glares*
Maglor: *mom's influence made him say it?* *keeps on keeping with the tentative smile?*
Feanor: *eyes Caranthir* I see she is overstocked with WHITE now. How lucky for you.
Caranthir: Apparently, pink is the new fad, now. Congratulations.
Maglor: *tentative CHEEKY smile?* *then says in a very soft-voiced but patient way* ...she would wait for us. She is still there. Waiting.
Feanor: I wish to be left alone. *makes shooing motion with his hands*
Maglor: *shakes his head like he can't do that* ...you made it snow all over the poor little mortals in that city. Now they are cold and shivering.
Caranthir: She is..strong willed. *and uberpissed/estranged from dad >.>* She likely would have survived his death. She'll be there waiting for our brother..and hopefully us, if Mandos sees fit.
Maglor: *reiterates what he said, yesterday* ...ask, and let Mandos know you repent, and mean no further harm.
Caranthir: You think Mandos will care?
Maglor: Did you fare any better, waiting in silence? Is not all, supposedly, forgiven by this time?
Caranthir: *personally thinks they were released unintenionally early and will likely have more time in blackness to spend*
Maglor: *hopes not, if that's the case, then the valar might get nitpicky and punish him further*
Maglor: *says quietly* If you regret as much as I do, then there is little reason to keep you there, except out of cruelty. If so, then I may yet suffer cruely, should I try to return to Aman. Mother is patient, though, and she will wait. No matter the circumstance. Even if I am never allowed to see her again, the rest of you would have a chance to do so.
Caranthir: *also hoping being 'good mortals' will help their case, though* She was always closest to you and Maitimo, Maglor. And the twins. The rest of us in the middle.. *laughs*
Feanor: She loved you all. Equally. The same way I do. It is hard to show. And harder to see it.
Feanor: *curls up in blankets more*
Maglor: *nods at that like its true* She was close to all of us, though you three were the trouble makers.
Caranthir: *snorts**was the ULTIMATE MIDDLE CHILD**three older brothers, three younger brothers, good eru***and two of those older brothers were the nice ones more like mom, and two of the younger ones were troublesome TWINS*
Maglor: *never thought the twins were all that much trouble, really* *makes his way over to Feanor and tries to peek into the blankets to see her face* You will see her again. Do not tell me to have hope and seek out happiness, and not do the same, for yourself.
Caranthir: What he said.
Maglor: Yes, what I said. *nods* And that goes for you as well, Caranthir.
Caranthir: *snorts*
Feanor: I did not tramp all the way up the mountain, by myself, to talk about your mother with the two of you. Though I am sorry I made it snow on the mortals.
Caranthir: Perhaps you ought to talk with us. Rather than let things fest and boil over, until the city drowns or freezes and we find ourselves involved in more bad deeds
Maglor: I think you should. And let out everything, so that the little mortal children, are not playing in the snow, during what is supposed to be the warmest part of the year. What Caranthir said.
Feanor: It is not even summer yet. And I do not feel like talking.
Maglor: If you continue moping, we will not have a summer and neither will they.
Caranthir: Precisely.
Maglor: Do I need to sail and then ask her to come back with me? So you will be reasonable and speak to someone?
Maglor: *is joking of course, but...then again...wishes he could*
Feanor: *still hiding* I came up here to think.
Caranthir: And what is it that you've thought about?
Maglor: Then share your thoughts.
Feanor: That my sons are annoying in the extreme. ><
Caranthir: *smirks* Son and daughter, right now
Maglor: Love you too, Ada.
Feanor: The mortal King asked me to help train the blacksmiths. To make things. That I would have made, or things like the sword I made Maglor.
Maglor: *nods at that*
Caranthir: Yes?
Feanor: The elves are leaving. The world belongs to the mortals now. Mortals can do even worse ... things ... with the training I would give them, than elves did.
Caranthir: Then don't make the bloody weapons.
Maglor: I do not think he intended you to make...weapons like the sword you made for me, recently. But more... *is thoughtful* ...mere improvements to their smithing, not leaps and bounds in technique.
Feanor: I have decided to make normal ones, only. And he mentioned that magical wards would be good to have.
Caranthir: Magical wards are not supremely powerful enchantments. Protective wards, mostly, right?
Maglor: *nods* I think, when I dwell upon what they might face for I have faced it...they will go to war against these witches of the south.
Feanor: Such wards would only come from some kind of enchantment. I think these things should have died with me to begin with.
Maglor: ...this is a lesson I have not learned myself, but perhaps the lesson is, for you, to learn...to balance. With your crafting. Perhaps that is why you were allowed to slip free, from waiting. To see if you have...tempered yourself. I could not see the doors opening, just because some witches knocked upon it, from so far away.
Caranthir: Then refuse, and help another way.
Feanor: *sighs* I am a crafter. I merely... do not wish to craft MORE bloodshed and chaos. I cannot NOT be a crafter... I do not wish to wear out my welcome, either.
Caranthir: What about armour?
Maglor: Protect with armour, instead of giving them weapons to kill with. That is a sound idea.
Feanor: *gets a thoughtful look in his eyes*
Caranthir: Save a life, rather than take it.
Maglor: They wish to be rid of these witches, who are raising people and causing troubles, for the likes of both of you, and for them. Armour is just as helpful, in its own way, as a sword in hand would be. *nods in agreement*
Feanor: I will consider this.
Maglor: *smiles?*
Caranthir: *shrugs a shoulder*
Maglor: *looks over at Caranthir* It is better to ponder it, than make a hasty decision. *then reaches out and bonks a fist lightly off the top of Caranthir's head* There is no rush.
Feanor: Now go back down the mountain and let me alone so that I might consider it in peace.
Maglor: I am too worried that you will freeze and never make it back down.
Caranthir: Maglor, just carry him down. But I did bring snowshoes! *shows!*
Feanor: I am not going to freeze to death. >.<
Caranthir: *stern look*
Feanor: *gives Caranthir a look like 'oh please'*
Maglor: ... *reaches out to gather up little mortal father-type-thing in his arms* I will drag her out...go ahead of me...and mind the snow sculpture so it is not ruined...
Caranthir: *nods her head, and gathers up anything feanor had brought up, before heading out of the cave, and taking down the tent*
Maglor: *says softly* You can think on this in your inn room, where it is warm. *holds onto blanket bundled father and hug drags her out of the cave*
Feanor: *wriggles, and tries to get free*
Feanor: Let me down. ><
Caranthir: *packs up tent!*
Feanor: I am not done .... with the sculpture...
Maglor: *gently* I can not. And you can make a sculpture out of something more...warm and forgiving...than snow and ice. It would suit her better.
Caranthir: Bronze.
Maglor: *finally manages to get father out of the cave and stands with blanket-bundled Ada in his arms* Bronze would suit her, yes.
Caranthir: *insisting on bronze >.>*
Feanor: .... let me go ... let me GO, Eru DAMN IT ALL.
Maglor: *puts up with struggling but is not letting go* *nods to Caranthir like the trudging? should start now*
Feanor: I do not ... want to leave her ....
Maglor: You are not leaving her. She is waiting, where she should be, as I said before. *carries down the mountain* -_-
Feanor: *...... blinks her eyes*
Caranthir: *follows in silence, sighing*
Snow: *oh hai!*
Maglor: *is strolling slowly* You will need a fire, your bed, and some hot tea. You are very lucky your little mortal toes have not frozen and fallen off.
Caranthir: Or pnuemonia.
Maglor: *has no idea what this pneumonia thing is*
Feanor: *.... would be crying, but the tears are freezing on her face*
Maglor: *notices when he peeks down at the blanket bundle and sighs a little* I miss her, also, but I know it is not as much as you do.
Caranthir: You will see her, one day...*Just doesn't know how long that may be*
Maglor: Not yet, but you will. *nods and keeps right on strolling, so that Caranthir can keep up*
Feanor: *mutters*
Caranthir: *Trudge trudge trudge**puts snoeshoes on father just to be an ass*
Feanor: *hates sons right now ><*
Maglor: *gives Caranthir a 'look'*
Maglor: *says in a semi-stubborn/semi-patient way* We are not going to leave you there, to freeze.
Caranthir: You ought to think better of us than that.
Feanor: *growlmutters* *sighs* *gives up*
Caranthir: *wins, go them!*
Snow: *k bai*
Maglor: *is back on that path again,carrying little mortal father wrapped in pink blankies! with snowshoes on*
0Caranthir: *practically disappears from view sometimes because of all white outfit*
Feanor: *would find this hysterical if it was someone ELSE this was happening to*
Caranthir; *Finds this hysterical because it's not happening to her*
Maglor: *is not finding it hysterical? has to put father down to unlock gate, gives her a look like 'do not run'* *unlocks it, then picks father up, waits for Caranthir*
Feanor: .... I miss her.... *finally admits this* *finally*
Maglor: *blinks*
Caranthir: *walks through the gate, finally removes snowshoes from both of them**blinks too*
Feanor: .. Greatly. *adds that for emphasis, and ... tries not to get all stupidly un-Feanor like emotional because ... well ... city is already covered in snow*
Maglor: *nods a little* I know. But I could not let you freeze to death, in an attempt to try to see her again...if you had to ask Mandos.
Caranthir: *nods her head, agreeing* Such things are stupid.
Feanor: *>.<* I was NOT trying to freeze to death.
Maglor: *wags the key at Caranthir for her to lock the gate* Yet, you are not yourself. And you would. Eventually.
Caranthir: *locks the gate* It would have had that effect.
Feanor: Stupid ... mortal ... frailty ... emotional ... women. ><
Maglor: *grins a little* ...Caranthir, would you return that key...and check and see if the other key is in father's things, and return that as well.
Caranthir: *would agree with the stupid frailty emotional women part, 100%**nods, and pockets it, then lifts Feanor's key and pockets that* I'll get them to the Steward.
Maglor: Thank you. *is not used to the frail emotional women part very much but...seems to deal with it without getting frustrated?* *starts to carry father to the inn*
Caranthir: *heads to see a Steward!*
Maglor: *goes to the inn! then goes into inn room and sets father down on a bed*
Feanor: Do not make me sleep in these horrible leathers. >.<
Maglor: ...... o.O I'll go see about getting you some tea and you can change out of your leathers?
Maglor: *RUNS OUT OF THE ROOM! RUNS OUT OF THE ROOM!*
Maglor: *goes and bugs the innkeeper for some tea*
Feanor: *changes* *tries to stack clothing on the bed to look like Nerdanel ..... not nearly as successful as snow sculpture, gives up and hides leathers away*
Maglor: *is given, entire kettle of tea! and cups, then realizes he just gave the rest of his coins to Caranthir* ... *smiles?* ...put this on their bill, yes. *goes back upstairs*
Maglor: *knocks with an elbow and then stares at the door like it would be very helpful if it opened all by itself* I have your tea?
Feanor: *comes to the door* Thanks?
Maglor: *walks in, sets the kettle of tea down and the cups, and then gives Feanor a concerned little look* I should return to the healer's to check on Ithiriel...will you be all right? Caranthir should be here, shortly.
Feanor: I am not going to throw myself off the walls of the city, if that is your concern. ><
Maglor: *siiiiiighs*
Feanor: *pours tea* ... I did not mean that as a slight toward you.
Maglor: I know it was not meant as a slight. *pats a hand on her shoulder and then nods* I will visit again, shortly. If not, it may not be so boring for Ithiriel, if she has more visitors?
Maglor: I will just...go now...yes, I think I'll do that, so you can ponder over...armour and perhaps shields and such... *points over at the door like he's going to go do that leaving thing*
Feanor: ... *hugs him*
Maglor: *blinks, and then huuuuuugs, and is likely hugging the stuffing right out of dear old dad in little mortal body*
Feanor: *lets go, takes tea cup, curls up on the bed* *waves a hand at him* Go and see your elf.
Caranthir: *comes in a few moments later**blinks*
Maglor: I will...go do that...right now. *looks at Caranthir, smiles?*
Maglor: You look very pretty today, Cara. *said while leaving so doesn't get smacked or anything, rushes down the stairs*
Caranthir: *smacks anyway!*
Maglor: *alas, was smacked* *leaves the inn and goes back to the healing houses, and its back to sitting next to Ithiriel's bed again, like...ho hum...hadn't left at all*
Ithiriel: *never moved!* *was a very good girl*
Ithiriel: *is staring up at the ceiling, just as she promised Caranthir*
Maglor: *stares at her for a while* ...
Ithiriel: *reaches out for him, and tugs him into bed with her*
Maglor: *is tugged into bed* o.O;
Ithiriel: *cuddles him*
Maglor: *cuddles onto and sighs like maybe now he can relax...until something else happens*
Aragorn: *sleeeeps*
Something else: *not happening...yet...dun dun duuuuuuuuuuun*
Arwen: *still shivering*
Nurse: *wraps Arwen in uber blanket o'doom*
fire: *roars!*
Ithiriel: *nuzzlekisses him*
Mittens: *the house cat, not the article of clothing**curls up in arwen's lap*
Ithiriel: I have decided that if we have that copper haired maiden.....
Ithiriel: The one we keep dreaming about...
Maglor: *hmms? like he's listening and nods, then kisses the side of her face*
Ithiriel: Or at least, the one I do. *corrects herself* I would like to call her Iavawen, after Gladharil's sister.
Maglor: I think, if we ever get to to the point where we can have a little copper haired maiden like you keep dreaming about...that you can name her whatever you wish to.
Ithiriel: She did not survive the war.... I would like her to survive some other way. *kissnuzzles*
Maglor: *grins and snuggles in against her more, but is being very cautious to stay away from her injured hand* ...I think that would be a good thing, indeed...
Ithiriel: *has injured hand tucked up against her* *rest her head against him* The other ones though.... in Quenya... and I would like them to learn that language first.
Maglor: ....they will be singing in Quenya, and you will not be able to ever get them to stop, after I teach them things to sing. *smiles at the thought of that, though*
Ithiriel: There would be no sweeter music, save perhaps your own. *nuzzles him*
Children: *will have parents' stubbornness, and dad's voice and musical talents, and troublesomeness!*
Ithiriel: *still wants 9 of them >.>*
Maglor: *is the one who tried NOT to get into trouble x_X* *still wants his own little musical troupe so... >.>*
Ithiriel: *SNUCK OFF to fight at the fields of Fornost >.>*
Children: *Mom is the troublemaker**plus, will master the art of simultaneos puppy eyes*
Maglor: *not the puppy eyes ;_; *
Children: *All 32 of them. At once.*
Ithiriel: *is not having 32* *thinks 9 is stretching it*
Puppies: *and 14 puppies doing the same*
Children: *will also be holding kittens*
Maglor: *will end up being like second mother to the NINE that they MIGHT have, as that is a stretch...*
Kittens: *will be cute and fuzzy*
Ithiriel: *is betting on that 8th time becoming twins >.>*
Maglor: *it will take a very long time to get up to the eighth child and then...end up having nine, instead*
Kittens: *will mewl cutely, while children make their demands. 32 as one voice*
Ithiriel: *isn't so sure she will even be a good mother >.>*
Maglor: *thinks he's not going to be a good father, so its all right to be worried because they should be?*
Ithiriel: *nuzzles him again* I love you.
Maglor: *is turning into a total snuggle addict it seems* I love you, Ithiriel. Sorry I had to go...do some things, and could not keep you company.
Ithiriel: It is alright. Elrond gave me more of that nasty tea, and I spent most of the time with my thoughts drifting off.
Maglor: ...you did not try to get out of bed again?
Ithiriel: I promised Caranthir I would not.... as I felt you needed him with you.
Maglor: You were right. I did.
Ithiriel: Though the herbs for your arm are still waiting in water for you. If you cut off the bandaging I can help. Later... when I feel I have snuggled you enough. *adds that, with another snuggle*
Gladhari: *would wonder when she became a snuggle whore, that was always HER job!*
Maglor: *sighs and nods* ...later, yes...but I will see if another healer can do that, since...I would really like you to be better sooner than later.
Ithiriel: Using my good hand to apply herbs is not going to overly tax me. *chuckles softly*
Maglor: ...it might...it could...so...sooner than later, yes.
Ithiriel: .... as you say, hervenn. *says this, very obediently, and then smirks*
Maglor: Yes, yes. *sighs* You will try to get out of bed again, before the light of day wanes, tomorrow.
Ithiriel: And you will push me right back in, and tell me to stop being so stubborn. I should give up, and lay here being useless, I suppose. *sighs a bit*
Maglor: Yes, yes you should.
Maglor: ... *is quiet?*
Ithiriel: *just... snuggles him then, until her mind drifts off again*