I joke about it, but I know.
Who: Ithiriel, Maglor, Celeborn What: More discussions, Celeborn checks in on them and invites them to dinner, worries over Galadriel When: right after the last log! And thank eru, this is the last of this megalog. Where: Healing Houses, still.
Ithiriel: *watches Faramir leave, then squeezes Maglor's hand again*
Maglor: *smiles at that*
Ithiriel: If I'm very good, I get to go home tomorrow.
Celeborn: *peers in* How is everything going, in here?
Ithiriel: *smiles at Celeborn*
Maglor: ...good, it seems. Tomorrow, she will be in a much more comfortable bed. *nods to Celeborn, and...gratitude for talking him out of stupid things(tm) before, is apparent in his expression*
Ithiriel: I said I get to go home. *makes a face like -_-* Not move to another bed.
Maglor: The room in the citadel that Artanis told us both to stay in, has a very comfortable bed, which you will enjoy laying in, while I bring you all sorts of things like...pastries and tea...
Celeborn: A much more comfortable bed. *a lesser elf would have made a dirty comment, but he's not his grandsons* Precisely, thank you Maglor. That is exactly where I wish you to be.
Maglor: *eyedarts*
Ithiriel: ... *looks from one elf to the other, and then throws up her injured hand like 'Valar help me ><'* *then? sucks in a breath and puts her hand back DOWN*
Maglor: *eyedart turns into empathy WINCING*
Celeborn: *nods his head* I will be the one you will need to speak to, if you need anything. Galadriel has undertaken a journey.
Maglor: ...meleth...please...be careful...I heard Gladharil talking to Elrond, if you move your hand around too much... >.o
Maglor: *blinkblinks like the journey thing just registered* ...has she? *frowns softly* Where did my cousin go, and was she alone?
Ithiriel: *blinkblinks* .... Not that I ... question the Lady or ... ... but.. She has seen rather worn, lately. *frowns*
Celeborn: Alone, and...I do not know where she has gone. *seems unconcerned*
Maglor: *does question it, in a gentle tone of voice* Why did you not go with her?
Celeborn: Some things must be done alone, and ours has been a marriage understanding that at times we must part, whether we wanted to or not.
Ithiriel: *frowns*
Maglor: *doesn't look like he likes this very much, either*
Celeborn: *raises an eyebrow*
Ithiriel: *eyedarts*
Celeborn: She'll be fine.
Ithiriel: Of course. *nods her head* *doesn't believe him*
Maglor: *no, doesn't look like he likes this very much, but has a way of...protesting without making it even sound like he's protesting* ...but she was weary.
Celeborn: Aye, very weary. I've already tried to convince her to sail, in fact.
Ithiriel: It did not seem to me, like that was a thing she was thinking of doing anytime soon.
Maglor: *thinks on that for a moment* Perhaps she will wait, to see your first grandchild, should...the king recover. *imagines father and brother would want to see that too*
Celeborn: *nods his head* I am still unconcerned.
Ithiriel: *lets out a bit of a sigh* You are wiser, but you were the one who came and told ME not to travel while weary ... among other reasons not to, of course.
Maglor: *is staring at Celeborn like 'well?'*
Celeborn: *chuckles* Galadriel's will is difficult to bend. *as if to say it's impossible to convince her of something when her mind is set*
Maglor: *sighs* ...it concerns me, but you have more reason to trust her and her motives, and to be unconcerned.
Celeborn: Would it make you feel better if I followed her?
Ithiriel: I shall use that card the next time someone tries to stop me from doing somthing. *chuckles softly, curls up a bit*
Maglor: *nods that, yes, it would make him feel better...but has a look in his eyes like he doubts that's going to actually happen*
Celeborn: I may consider it. I do not like, generally, interfering in moods like this.
Maglor: I would interfere, but only because I know what it is like, to travel alone, and to be already weary.
Ithiriel: *listens carefully, and squeezes Maglor's hand* ... That tone of voice is ages of experience being her husband. I think we .. just might have to let him handle this. *chuckles*
Celeborn: *smiles* We part, and we always reunite.
Maglor: *looks a bit troubled, still* ...if something did go wrong, she would then have some way of...letting you know, I hope.
Celeborn: *taps his head* You will learn, in time.
Maglor: .... *just nods*
Celeborn: It can be draining, sometimes, but you can send your wife your thoughts.
Maglor: *eyes Ithiriel warily*
Ithiriel: *smiles at him*
Maglor: Ahhh...oooh...that would be...good?
Maglor: *said as it feels like another teeny tiny little piece of his brain came unglued at the mere thought, and landed with a pretty shattering noise on the ground*
Celeborn: On your own terms of course.
Maglor: ....oh, oh...that's much better, yes. *brain attempts to salvage itsy bitsy pieces and glue them back in again*
Maglor: I am certain we will give another a...head ache.
Celeborn: One cannot simply peer into the minds of others, unless they have exceptional willpower, or their minds are open to you.
Ithiriel: Perhaps it is something like ... learning to use my gift, without overreaching. Practice...
Celeborn: Precisely!
Maglor: I will apologize now, if...you are bombarded by thoughts, in the middle of..speaking without speaking. *because his mind runs at about...light-speed*
Maglor: *on more than one path*
Ithiriel: *squeezes his hand again* It will be alright.
Maglor: *pats his other hand over her's and nods a little* It will. It will...just...take some getting used to.
Ithiriel: Everything will. *smiles*
Ithiriel: *smiles at Celeborn, too* Thank you.
Maglor: *looks like he's more reassured at least, and smiles at Celeborn, albeit a bit sheepishly*
Maglor: So you will be...keeping an eye on us, as well as on Feanor and Caranthir, it seems. You will...likely be weary by the time Artanis returns. *is joking...mostly*
Ithiriel: Nay for I will be out tomorrow, finally, at least. *smiles*
Maglor: If I must be my father and brother's keeper, someone will still need to make sure that your finger does not fall off.
Ithiriel: It will not fall off. ... Lord Elrond made sure of it today, when he forced me to move it. *winces at the memory*
Maglor: Then that you do not try sewing, one-handed.
Ithiriel: *eyedarts*
Celeborn: *laughs!* I think, I enjoy it. And I think she does as well. You are like a new family to her.
Maglor: Or running around with a sword, or a bow, or...
Ithiriel: I highly doubt the Lord of Lorien's cheifest problem is watching me.
Ithiriel: It would be like babysitting a particularly troublesome elfling, which he might get enough of, when we give him baby second cousins.
Maglor: *nods to Celeborn* She often removed herself from...Feanor's side of the family, as most of you did. And not without reason.
Maglor: And you are much like a troublesome elfling, but we all have our moments.
Celeborn: *laughs again* You both are.
Maglor: But if you do not rest, we will never be able to be wedded and give anyone second cousins, or grandchildren and... -_- *nods*
Ithiriel: I have been resting!
Celeborn: Not enough!
Ithiriel: -_-
Maglor: Not enough. *thinks* What if...I gave you back this necklace to wear? Perhaps that might help.
Celeborn: *eyes it* That may help.
Maglor: *takes it off, then helps to lift her head and her hair, to put it around her neck* You did make it, perhaps I was just...saving it for you, when you needed it most.
Ithiriel: *frowns* I made that for you...
Ithiriel: *stubbornly resists the fuzzy warmth coming off the thing*
Maglor: Then, as Celeborn says, let it help you now, and you will not be resting for quite so long. And you can give it back to me.
Celeborn: You do not need to drain it to let it help you.
Ithiriel: Lacking the light that I put in there for you in the first place..... ai... *sighs* I can already see this is a battle I am not going to win.
Maglor: You will not win this battle, no. Even if you drain it of the light you put into it, it is still special to me.
Maglor: And I would still wear it, all the same.
Celeborn: Some things do not need power, to hold power.
Ithiriel: *looks confused*
Ithiriel: I suppose.
Maglor: *gives her a look* You will likely try to stubbornly resist what you put into that stone, trying to return to you. I would wear that necklace no matter what the circumstance, but I would rather have you happy and healed.
Ithiriel: I am healing. *whispers this, sighs, stops resisting it* You know me too well, it is not fair. *smiles softly*
Celeborn: *just smiles*
Maglor: *says in a knowing little voice* ...I fear that I have barely scratched the surface of your stubborness.
Ithiriel: She did not name me Rhiwen for no reason. *chuckles*
Maglor: I shall sigh out that name, instead, so you will know when I think you are being too stubborn?
Ithiriel: Until you find some new name for me.. *smiles wryly*
Maglor: I think that I find your stubborn name...very endearing. *smiiiiiles not wryly*
Ithiriel: *sighs a bit at that one*
Celeborn: Stubborn name. *laughs*
Maglor: *assures her* Only when you are being stubborn, meleth. I like your name as it is.
Ithiriel: ... alright...
Maglor: *leans over and kisses her forehead* *so she can't seem him itching his now unbandaged arm, bwahahaa*
Ithiriel: *would smack him, goodnaturedly*
Ithiriel: *instead, gets a forehead kiss, and then starts shrinking under her covers*
Celeborn: Stop itching your arm.
Maglor: >.>
Maglor: *kisskisses her forehead again, then siiiiits back in the chair like nothing like scratching was going on*
Ithiriel: I have tried to wash it with anti-itch herbs... but he does not let me. *eyes Maglor*
Maglor: It is healing. *is perfect picture of it not bothering his v. elvish self, thus is aloof, and above itching!*
Celeborn: Mmm.
Celeborn: *knowing look*
Maglor: *is above noticing knowing looks right now*
Ithiriel: *successfully makes it under her covers*
Celeborn: *hands Maglor anti-itch herbs* They burn, but use them.
Maglor: -_- *takes them and...sets them aside*
Celeborn: Perhaps you ought to right now.
Maglor: ...it is not as though I am going to get an infection, like most mortals do.
Celeborn: It will take longer to heal the more you itch at it.
Maglor: I have not itched that much. It is not bothersome. >.>
Ithiriel: *sighs from under her covers* Kanafinwe, just DO it..
Maglor: I will use these herbs, should it become unbearably...itchy.
Maglor: *siiiiiiiiiiighs* -_-
Celeborn: *laughs* I think she has everything under control. I will see you tomorrow evening, then? Perhaps we can have dinner. I'll even drag Arwen away from Aragorn.
Ithiriel: That would be very nice... Lord ... Sir.... ... Lord. *nods her head, still under her covers*
Celeborn: Celeborn.
Maglor: Yes, thank you...Celeborn. *nods in agreement, then pushes up his tunic sleeve and begins to apply herbs with a long, long sigh*
Celeborn: *chuckles, and leaves them to their peace.
Ithiriel: Dinner.... with Celeborn .... *mind, breaking*
Maglor: I do not think it will be uncomfortable as this is. *is already waving his right arm around wildly to make the burn go away* ...I think...ow ow ow...
Maglor: ...that it will be good....ouch...when we are allowed more...privacy...than this room...?
Ithiriel: *sighs* Give it a moment, Meleth, it would burn less if you had not already been itching at it.
Maglor: I am giving it...awwouch...a moment...ahh...it burns worse...than that witch burned me... x_@ *wavewavewaves his arm around, stands up and shakes it out*
Maglor: ...felt better...scratching at it...? *flaps his arm up and down*
Ithiriel: .. this is why I put the herbs in a water first, then cool the water and make a tincture wash...
Ithiriel: If you would just ... let me help...
Maglor: ...you can not, not right now...oh, look, it is much better. *stops by holding his arm down with his other hand, and smiiiiiiiiiiling at her*
Ithiriel: *is still under her blankets, but peeks her head out of them* *gives him a look* You are not fooling me.
Maglor: *sits and attempts to fool her by being all calm looking and stuff >.>*
Ithiriel: You are going to yell at me for not taking care of myself... but you would take care of me.... and not take care of yourself, or let me. *sigh*
Maglor: I will not yell at you. -_-
Ithiriel: You ... do not yell, no, but you... give me stern looks, and gently tell me to rest, or...
Ithiriel: *sighs* I will just be good, then I will never have to hear you say anything but my real name.
Maglor: I worry over you, that is all. You push yourself too hard, sometimes...like you know no limits, or realize those limits, too late.
Ithiriel: .... You are probably right.
Ithiriel: I do not particularly like, having limits.
Maglor: You may very well be able to push them further and further, Ithiriel, with time. But now, is not that time.
Ithiriel: I know. *sighs* I really... ... I joke about it, but I know.
Maglor: *eyedarts, then...scoots into bed with her* I would joke about it with you, if I did not worry about this one thing, quite so much.
Ithiriel: *snuggles against him* I did not mean for this to happen..
Maglor: I know you did not. *holds her as close as he can*
Ithiriel: I was so worried that you would be gone for ... months, and then I would have plenty of time to recover..
Ithiriel: From the necklace, I mean..
Maglor: Things have been happening...very swiftly? Like rabbits? *smiles?*
Ithiriel: *nuzzles her face against him* Naneth told me it would be this way, I never listened.
Maglor: *sighs at the nuzzling* It is better than being bored, though.
Ithiriel: Much better than being bored. *nuzzles him again*
Maglor: *nuzzles back* It is, yes...and...valar...this bed is too small...even I can not wait until tomorrow.
Ithiriel: Are you going to let me walk home, at least?
Ithiriel: *scooches over a bit, to give him more room*
Maglor: *smiiiiiiiiles at her? and then hugs onto her since he isn't in danger of having his elven bum hanging over the edge of the bed for a few hours*
Maglor: *kisses like that's some sort of answer, and then cuddles in like he's staying put for a while*
Ithiriel: *clings onto him, rests against him, and decides to zone out for a bit, and just relish the warm fuzzy feeling*
Maglor: *follows suit, and...well...gets warm fuzzy feeling just being like that >.>*