lesser_jewel (lesser_jewel) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-21 19:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | arwen, elrond, faramir, ithiriel, maglor |
Who: Faramir, Maglor, Arwen briefly, Ithiriel, Elrond!npc briefly.
What: Faramir hunts down a Maglor, discussions, and congratulations are given!
When: riiiight after the last log. Megalog broken into chunks for your reading pleasure!
Where: Healing Houses!
Faramir: *gets there, checks on Aragorn, and smiles at Arwen!*
Maglor: *is once again playing his harp at Ithiriel's beside, in a plinky plunky way that is vaguely reminscent of raindrops...only with a melody*
Arwen: *blinks her eyes open, smiles* Ah .... NO stewards allowed, do not let Ada catch you.
Ithiriel: *has been asleep in and out for most of the day, probably just recovering* *is now half-paying attention, smiling at the music*
Faramir: *winks* Then this is a secret on us! *slips out before Elrond gets his jerk on**slips into the room with Maglor and Ithiriel, remains silent and watching*
Maglor: *smiles for a moment and again tries something more 'light' and less resembling rain...then makes a face like its not going the way he wants it to, and stops like he's pondering over where the music went wrong*
Faramir: Try a bit more light hearted.
Maglor: *had idly been plucking at a single string like it was the culprit, but stops finally to reply* ...that is easier than it seems, at times. *looks over at him and speak-sighs* What did they do, now?
Faramir: Or is it out of tune? *comes over* Merely concerned about the snow.
Maglor: ...it is not out of tune, except in my head. *nods a little and then looks back at Ithiriel* The snow was an accident. She...is aware now.
Faramir: *nods his head* She told me about making armor. I admit..I feel better about that idea.
Maglor: I believe she does, as well. It would not make sense to...spend a second chance such as this, with further...bloodshed.
Maglor: *is thinking over words, very very carefully*
Faramir: *takes a seat, and leans back, nodding his head*
Faramir: *considers his words for a few moments* Do you think, Feanor can handle this?
Maglor: *thinks it over for a moment* ...I think...she...is learning to, though it will...it might...take time. And patience.
Faramir: Fortunately I have a great deal of patience, as does the king. My brother, not so much. *laughs* If you believe she can..
Maglor: ...I think she can, since she is more aware now.
Faramir: *nods* What of your..er..sister.
Maglor: She...has only had the one incident where...I unfortunately was bumped on the head when a smithing hammer 'slipped'. But she is of...like mind with Feanor.
Maglor: That was a disagreement between her and I. -_-
Faramir: A disagreement? *leans forward* Do tell me.
Maglor: *hesitates*
Maglor: A disagreement, over what to do with the swords. Caranthir wanted the one that was...hers. And I was not going to give it back.
Maglor: So we disagreed, and she...took it, even if it was not as long as she liked. But, at least now, with the king handling the matter of the swords...
Maglor: ...which are to be destroyed, no one can attempt to summon my remaining brothers back.
Maglor: *pauses* ...so, the disagreement was...solved.
Faramir: *rubs his face, and shakes his head* What if such a thing happens again?!
Maglor: It can not.
Maglor: The king reclaimed the swords, and Caranthir can not be tempted to take that which he...she...does not know the whereabouts of.
Ithiriel: *still there, silent, and listening*
Faramir: And what about the next thing? Something else, something different, something shiny.
Maglor: It was hinted at, during a discussion with Artanis, after Caranthir was caught. But I said nothing...outright, about knowing about the stone, to either of them. That too, I believe, is beyond their reach.
Maglor: And they have both said they do not want to claim such things.
Faramir: I don't mean the stone. *folds his arms* Yet...you know the temptations your kin have fallen to before.
Maglor: *says as patiently and as unsnappishly as possible* And you seem to underestimate the amount of time we have had, to realize and ponder over such...faults.
Faramir: I do not. But I've a people to worry about. *smiles, puts a hand on his arm* You have more patience than I.
Maglor: Even so, there are times when even my patience runs...thin...and I am less than calm. *eyedarts*
Ithiriel: *thinks he's talking about the times he's got to deal with her being stubborn, eyedarts a bit*
Maglor: *means...in general, as in he has his own faults, regardless, and that is one of them* >.>
Faramir: *nods his head* *looks relieved in general* *like maybe things WILL be okay*
Faramir: I know you do not like to be the keeper of your family.
Faramir: Not that I can ask you to be that.
Maglor: Yet you are asking, without trying to say so.
Faramir: *lowers his head, and nods slightly* I suppose that's one way of putting it. I just think..they listen to you.
Maglor: *thinks on it for a moment* I have already been attempting to do that, but it will not stop every little mistake from being prevented, beforehand. And that may include myself, at times, also.
Faramir: *nods his head* No one is perfect, mortal or eldar. I'm not asking for perfection. I'm not even asking for half perfection.
Maglor: Then I am not certain what you are meaning, by asking without asking, for me to be their keeper. Isn't that what a keeper does?
Faramir: They are not to be kept. As I said, I think they listen to you. You're the voice of reason, for them.
Maglor: *contemplates the irony of that, given his own personal troubles sometimes* *just...nods*
Maglor: ... *then smiles?*
Elrond: *pokes his head in, notes Steward, eyes him* *holds out a mug* Good. One of YOU can deal with her today.
Maglor: *holds out a hand for the mug*
Faramir: *laughs*
Elrond: *hands him the mug* *gives Steward the 'you better not disturb the King' EYE and strides off*
Faramir: >.>
Maglor: *goes to help Ithiriel drink the tea again* Speaking of patience...it is best not to try his, I think.
Ithiriel: Otherwise he will make you bend your poor, broken fingers, for an hour and then leave without giving you pain relief. *grumbles, drinks the tea without further complaint*
Faramir: I wouldn't dream of it. *eyeing the door*
Maglor: *nods like, yes, that is a very uncomfortable thing to watch, indeed*
Ithiriel: Faramir... while you're here..
Maglor: *sets the cup aside on a table and sits down again*
Ithiriel: This is going to make Laerbeth's week, but I need my things removed from my tent and brought up to the Citadel, if you might pass along the message. >.>
Faramir: *nods his head* That's already been done...you're on indefinite leave.
Ithiriel: *nods her head* Thank you.
Faramir: I thought you would prefer to still be on the roster.
Ithiriel: *eyedarts* ... yes..thank you again.
Faramir: *smirks*
Maglor: *does not look concerned about her being on the roster, still*
Ithiriel: *kind of IS, but, hey*
Faramir: *looks between them* so, it is my understanding that you are betrothed?
Ithiriel: *beams a smile*
Maglor: We are, yes. *nods like this is a fact and definitely not some fictional rumor*
Faramir: Congratulations. Being married is quite wonderful.
Ithiriel: I certainly hope so, since we will be married for... a very long time.
Maglor: Thank you and...yes, we will. A very, very long time. *smiles at her*
Faramir: *looks happy!*
Ithiriel: *is certainly glowing over here*
Faramir: I think, after so long, you deserve a chance, Maglor.
Maglor: That is what others continue to say to me, and so...may it not turn out badly?
Ithiriel: *reaches out a hand for Maglor's*
Maglor: *takes hold of her hand and nods, and really really really hopes nothing causes it to turn out 'badly' x_X*
Faramir: I think, when the King is well, he would be willing to marry you two.
Ithiriel: We are waiting a bit..
Ithiriel: So I suppose it depends on how long it takes for him to get better.
Faramir: I'm praying that it's sooner rather than later.
Faramir: *stands* I should leave you two, and return to work >.>
Faramir: >.>
Ithiriel: Before Elrond catches you sitting around. >.>
Maglor: *nods to Faramir and is pondering the whole wedding thing a bit, since will...need more coins and such*
Faramir: Aye. *holds out a hand to Maglor* Congratulations, again.
Maglor: *looks at his hand, holding her hand, then...holds out his other hand and smiles* Thank you. I will try to see that things do not...become befouled.
Maglor: *meaning his family, mostly*
Faramir: *nods his head, and shakes it* *smiles, and goes!*
Faramir: *heads up to office, goes wife hunting*