Forgotten harper, singer doomed. (gold_cleaver) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-22 16:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | celeborn, ithiriel, maglor |
Who: Celeborn, Ithiriel, Maglor
What: Dinner, hint o' a mental telegram o' ouchiness from afar, and smushiness afterward. <3
When: Two days ago, more or less. More like more.
Ithiriel: *spent another hour this morning playing 'bend the fingers with Elrond'* *then got packed off to the Citadel with an entire jar of medicinal tea to drink through*
Maglor: *yes, packed along, in that he carried her to the citadel while she carried the tea jar?*
Ithiriel: *totally got carried there by Maglor, probably grumbling the entire way that she could walk on her own*
Celeborn: *has the dinner table set.**wishes Galadriel was here**ah well*
Maglor: *is being careful? >.>; *
Ithiriel: *appreciates the being careful* *still wearing the necklace Maglor put around her neck*
Maglor: *probably stuck her in bed immediately after they got into the room, thus boring her more while he's being a v. worried elf >.>; * *<3?*
Ithiriel: *spent most of the rest of the day being bored, yup, then took a bath, and got ready for dinner*
Ithiriel: *was happy to be in a more private place, though!*
Maglor: *is happy about that too, since there's no grumpy Elrond poking in to hand him stinky healing tea to make her drink and to otherwise make things uncomfortable*
Maglor: *changed into...well, is left with the black attire now, so is going to wear that, yes*
Maglor: *or mostly black, notices then that everything but the tunic part is a very dark blue* *siiiiiighs, since its a poor imitation of black*
Celeborn: *wearing a robe, but somehow manages to look not like a girly-elf, unlike soninlaw*
Ithiriel: *steps out of the dressing screen in a nice, red velvet dress, and that necklace he bought her* *tilts her head* Where is your light blue and grey?
Maglor: I wore it for a few days, and...haven't managed to... *just finally blurts out* ...I gave the rest of the coins to Caranthir to buy...white leathery winter things.
Ithiriel: ... I could have washed it. *chuckles* It is alright. You look very noble in black and dark blue. *runs her free hand up into his hair, smoothing it, then puts the necklace back on him*
Maglor: ...don't you need this? *doesn't mind the hair smoothing one bit, is too busy holding it out by the chain and looking indecisive, like maybe she should still wear it*
Ithiriel: I am wearing yours, see?
Ithiriel: I can put it back on, later, if I need it. *smiles at him, kisses him on the cheek*
Maglor: *still looks unsure but smiled at the kiss and then tucked the necklace inside his tunic, since...has grown to like the feel of it closer to him rather than having a tunic-barrier that interferes with the warmnfuzzy*
Celeborn: *sits, waits*
Ithiriel: *runs a hand through her hair once more, and then fixes herself a makeshift sling out of one of her fancier shawls* There. Now I will not move my bad hand around and make everyone worried.
Maglor: Yes, having your finger fall off during dinner, might make things uncomfortable. I wish that Elrond would stop making you bend them so much.
Ithiriel: He is making me bend them for a reason.
Maglor: I think it is too soon.
Ithiriel: I will have to make myself bend them, for quite some time to come. *winces* Let us go eat dinner.
Maglor: *kisses briefly and nods, takes hold of her other hand and walks with her*
Ithiriel: *walks with him, across the hall*
Maglor: *knocks upon the door in non-fretty knocking way* *isnotgirly*
Celeborn: *stands, and walks over to the door**opens it* Good afternoon, you two. *smiles at them*
Maglor: Good afternoon. *nods and smiles*
Ithiriel: *smiles at Celeborn, a bit nervously* *nods her head*
Celeborn: Relax. You both look like you are balancing on a branch over a troll in heavy wind.
Ithiriel: We are not? *chuckles a bit*
Celeborn: Boo?
Maglor: *almost eyedarted*
Celeborn: *winks and lets them in*
Maglor: *walks into the room, still hand in hand* Alas, that I usually seem as though I am balancing on a branch over a troll in a heavy wind. *said so in a light-voiced way, at least*
Ithiriel: *squeezes Maglor's hand, following, of course* You are getting better, Meleth.
Maglor: This is but a lull in the windstorm. *...* *smiles?*
Celeborn: *chuckles*
Food: *ready and warm and yummy*
Ithiriel: *looks at the food, and blinks her eyes a few times* *hasn't had much to eat at all since this whole thing started* .... That smells absolutely delicious.
Maglor: *inhales deeply since...well the best thing he's had to eat was Ithiriel's stew, though the pastries were a close second* Much better than those sausages impaled on sticks.
Celeborn: *stands at the head of the table**gestures for them to take a seat on either side first*
Maglor: *much to her embarassment, is already started in helping her sit down*
Maglor: *like she can't sit her elven butt down without...it being a carefully planned out scene*
Ithiriel: *eartips get a bit pink* *gives Maglor the look of 'I do not need help'*
Ithiriel: *Doesn't put up a huge fuss though, since.... Lordly Elf is standing nearby, and already got scolded by him enough this month* *smiles?*
Maglor: *his ears turn red, stops with the 'guide her over another inch, now it looks like she can sit and not be in danger of falling off either side of the chair*
Maglor: *smiles?* *lets her sit* *goes to sit down across from her, instead?*
Ithiriel: *finishes getting comfortable on the chair, smiles at him again!* *then smiles at Celeborn for good measure!*
Celeborn: *chuckles, and takes a seat himself, scooting into the table* I am glad you could come. I suspect this is the first dinner either of you have had that was not alone, in a long time.
Ithiriel: I have not had a meal with someone besides Maglor since I left Imladris ..... ai.. that was years ago.
Maglor: It is, yes. *nods and tries to remind self that talking with mouth full, even if he covers mouth with one hand? is still not a good thing*
Ithiriel: *starts dishing things up onto her plate* *which is.... somewhat awkward but amusing to watch her stubbornly work through*
Celeborn: *smirks* *sips at some wine, and watches them carefully*
Maglor: *fights off urge to help her, with a big huge SMILE?*
Maglor: *is smiling right at her?*
Maglor: *and it is sort of a 'good for you, meleth!' smile, but mostly like 'don't you need some help?' too*
Ithiriel: *SMILES a big huge SMILE at him* Do you need this spoon? *hands offers the spoon over to him*
Maglor: No, no, not if you are not done with it, first.
Ithiriel: *looks down at her plate, and decides that's good enough for now* I am done with it, thank you.
Celeborn: *Spoons some food himself, amused by this awkwardness*
Celeborn: Once you're healed, what plans do you have?
Ithiriel: *picks up her fork after setting the spoon down somehwere that Maglor can get it, and pokes at the food with it*
Ithiriel: I wish to continue training to be an effective healer, so I will still work with what the Lady has taught me and the few books she gave me, until she returns...
Ithiriel: I also need to start working on wedding things. *blushes a bit*
Celeborn: Who would you like to perform the ceremony?
Ithiriel: *glances at Maglor, like she isn't quite sure, and isn't sure if HE has a preference* *pokes food with fork*
Celeborn: *looks at Maglor too?*
Ithiriel: What sort of ceremony do we have, in our culture? I thought it was... *eyedarts* *blushes*
Maglor: *had taken up the spoon and was serving himself, but then...is frozen in place, mid-scoop* ... *blush is setting in, too*
Celeborn: *laughs* There is that, if that is all you want. That's all Galadriel and I had. *winks*
Maglor: ...I...well...vows, I suppose...and....
Maglor: ...Gladharil wanted to see you in one of those wedding dresses.... >.o
Ithiriel: ... Eru's sake... I am not even sure I wish to bother with fussing over one. *wrinkles her nose*
Maglor: That is your decision, I think.
Maglor: *looks uncertain*
Maglor: *food is threatening to fall off the spoon, since he's still frozen in place*
Ithiriel: *uses her fork to cut some meat into more fork-capable portions* It is not as if I have that many people who would wish to see such a thing, but...
Celeborn: How about..simple vows, and only yourself and those you choose there for a small feast*
Celeborn: The..deed..can be done before, or after, it matters not.
Celeborn: Generally, the feast is for everyone else!
Maglor: ... *nods like that would be best* ... *then blinks at that*
Maglor: *eyes go round, and its not because the food just went plop off the spoon, and missed his plate*
Ithiriel: *blinks at Maglor, and delicately points at the food that just missed his plate with her fork*
Maglor: ...yes, yes of course...it matters not...before or after...that's right...we can simply... *looks down, blinks hard, attempts to...scoot it aside with the spoon*
Celeborn: *smiles**thinks Galadriel would love this*
Maglor: *finally scoops up what he can with a wince, looks around, then plops it onto a tea saucer*
Maglor: *hopes they don't have tea, since bottom of teacup will now have...stuff on it*
Maglor: *puts the spoon back into that serving bowl, like NOTHING EVER HAPPENED* *continues finishing putting food on his plate, yesss*
Ithiriel: Simple vows.... Faramir told me that Aragorn could perform them, but.... I think I would rather have .. well... not a mortal. *takes a bite, is content with pretending that nothing happened, as well*
Maglor: *is too, finally finishes and starts eating, with only some minor eyedarting now and then* *nods in agreement to what Ithiriel just said*
Celeborn: I can, or Galadriel. There are others as well. You can even do vows together, alone, with only the sky and Iluvatar to watch you.
Maglor: ...that might be...more...suited to the both of us, and then, perhaps...a small feast afterward...
Maglor: But it depends if that is what Ithiriel wants, also. *eats, isn't sure, so had to add that*
Ithiriel: I never gave it much thought .... I have not, at least, for quite some time now. *takes a few more bites*
Ithiriel: We are neither of us overly fond of anything formal, so ... perhaps just the private vows, and then the feast, which... I am sure you are invited to, you and the Lady, of course.
Maglor: *nods in total agreement!*
Maglor: *tries to chew faster so he can say so, but then just gives up on that and keeps nodding*
Celeborn: *chuckles, and eats carefully**swallows down food with wine, and sits straighter a bit**blinks, then rubs at his forehead**..wonders wtf Galadriel is up to, and why is she in an earthquake zone?*
Ithiriel: *blinks at him, tilts her head* .... Celeborn?
Maglor: ... *was about to take a sip of wine also, then is a bit round-eyed*
Maglor: ... *guesses* ...is my cousin trying to tell you something of importance?
Maglor: Or did I talk with my mouth full, at some point. *winces, and hopes its not option two*
Celeborn: I..ah..*shakes his head to clear it* Galadriel is keeping herself..occupied. *looks worried, for a second, before the expression falls away*
Ithiriel: *arches a brow* Is she alright?
Maglor: *being no stranger to worry, and since he's staring at Celeborn through the wince, pretty much knows that 'occupied' may not be the good sort of 'oh, well, I went for a stroll in a forest' of 'occupied'*
Maglor: If you need to...meet her, halfway, why do you not do so? I do not think either of us will be offended.
Maglor: Unless she does not mean to return, as of yet.
Ithiriel: *looks at Celeborn a bit expectantly, fork still piercing something on her plate, like she can't even bother eating until this is resolved*
Celeborn: Judging from what I saw, she is..rather too far away to effectively meet her. And she is with Olorin, so I am not overly concerned, though I've not a..clear enough image as to what transpired.
Celeborn: *chest, leg and arm also suddenly hurt*
Celeborn: I do believe she is injured.
Maglor: *is much the same, was about to take a drink of wine, but...hasn't managed to quite do that* ... *eyes go really round*
Maglor: I do not mean to question you, or your trust in her...but if I knew that Ithiriel was injured, in the same manner that you know of Artanis being injured...I would rush to her side, no matter where she was.
Maglor: *adds quietly* Even if I am not a healer.
Ithiriel: *blinks at Maglor* *eyedarts, isn't really sure questioning Celeborn's wisdom at his own dinner table is the best practice ever*
Ithiriel: *figures Maglor can get away with it, though, since he's older >.>*
Maglor: *is older, still, and isn't being mean about it, is gently...hinting, rather than outright questioning* *nodnod*
Celeborn: *sips some wine* *chuckles* We have been separated, at times, for centuries, with injuries happening during such separation. If I feared for her life, I would be riding, as we speak.
Celeborn: *is actually..considering it, but not letting that on >.>*
Maglor: *is looooooooking at him, without hiding a shred of his own uncertainty about the whole thing* *since...a worried looking Celeborn, even if only for a few seconds, is...probably not a very good thing at all*
Ithiriel: *processes everything Celeborn said, though, and sets her fork down* Olorin is with her, and he is a skilled healer, if the stories are correct. Skilled enough in his own ways ....
Ithiriel: I would want to rush to Maglor's side, as well, but... If he was on the other end of the earth, I suppose by the time I met up with him, it would not matter.
Maglor: ...even so, it does not seem right to be having a meal, while one's mate is under duress.
Ithiriel: *chews her lip, suddenly wondering how she'd handle this situation if it was her*
Celeborn: *exhales* *doing calculations in his head**Has never rushed to her aide before, and is not sure how she'd like that, actually*
Maglor: *is looking at Celeborn and still...has not...managed...to drink any wine yet* *was estranged from cousin for a very long time, too* *does not want dead cousin, thankyou*
Ithiriel: *looks at Celeborn, for a few moments* *gently* You have never rushed to her side, because she never needed you to do it, before....
Celeborn: How she has always needed me, are in other ways...
Maglor: *adds on* ...even as old as we are, there is a first time for everything, and I think she would forgive you.
Ithiriel: ... And she was weary, when she left. I think Arda is wearing on her, along with everything else she has carried. .... If you wish to go to her, you might blame us for making you?
Ithiriel: I can bear with a few more lectures. *smirks*
Maglor: *says in a soft, low voice* ...do not be stubborn like we are, Celeborn. *then...smiles?*
Maglor: I have not yet been lectured enough as I deserve.
Celeborn: *smiles* I suppose that would give you both some alone time, in that extra room. *tease*
Maglor: >.>; *NOW sips the wine*
Ithiriel: *blushes* *gets up, with the intention of helping Celeborn pack saddle bags* *like he's decided he's going, or something*
Celeborn: I take it I am going, then.
Maglor: *nods and stands* I am afraid so. I will help Ithiriel.
Ithiriel: Do you like strawberry jam? It is excellent on Lembas. *smirks at him*
Celeborn: I love it. *smiles* *stands**walks around the table, into the next room to prepare a pack, and find his sword*
Maglor: Its really very good on lembas. Even the horse agreed.
Maglor: *grins a bit at Ithiriel* If not messy. Shall we? *goes and holds the door open for her*
Ithiriel: I think we aught to put a jar of salve and some bandages in there, as well... just in case. *nods her head, follows him out so that she can grab a few things*
Maglor: That would be best. Perhaps spare some of that terrible tea that Elrond gave to you, as we can likely ask for more.
Maglor: *holds the other door open for her and starts gathering things and helping, including spreading strawberry jam on lembas so Ithiriel doesn't have to do that one-handed*
Ithiriel: *tilts her head, thinking, while gathering up the bandage rolls and salve, also put a few pre-threaded stitching needles into a bit of cloth, and some other things* *like a mini-first aid kit!*
Ithiriel: That tea is... it has a different purpose, but I have other tea.
Ithiriel: *looks around for a bit of parchment to make a packet*
Maglor: I do not know if there is time to brew it for her, to have it ready, or if it would keep...but perhaps sending some water along, as you did for me...
Celeborn: *packs some extra traveling clothes - for both him and Galadriel, his sword, daggers, bow, quiver and arrows*
Maglor: *very messily slathering jam on lembas*
Ithiriel: .... *smacks her good hand against her forehead, and starts digging around in one of her trunks*
Maglor: *wraps the lembas up in as close a replica as to what she sent along with him, then places them into the bag with the first-aid-kit!*
Maglor: *was certain to make sure they didn't leak jam all over everything >.>*
Celeborn: *dressed for the road, hefts the bag over his shoulder and comes out of the room*
Ithiriel: AHA!
Maglor: o.O
Ithiriel: I knew I had forgotten something.
Maglor: What did you forget? O.o
Ithiriel: *was waist-deep in trunk almost, and plays an awkward game of rising to her feet with a small phial on a chain in her hands*
Maglor: *helps her!*
Maglor: *eyes the phial curiously*
Ithiriel: Do not let that sit in a saddle bag, it is too valuable to break. We will hand it to Celeborn to wear.
Maglor: *takes it and nods* Is everything that needs be taken, ready for him, then? I finished the lembas.
Celeborn: *comes in!*
Ithiriel: *nods her head* I think so... unless he wants me to put the fell teakettle forged in Angband in there. *chuckles*
Maglor: *picks up the saddlebag and then looks at Celeborn, and holds out both that and the necklace with the phial on it* I do not think he would like the fell teakettle very much, meleth. It hates us, as it is.
Maglor: *says mindfully as he hands both things over* Do not smash the lembas.
Ithiriel: He has a way of talking to things so that they behave, perhaps if he spoke to the teakettle. *winks at Maglor, then nods at Celeborn and points at the phial* Miruvor.
Maglor: Perhaps upon his return, he might attempt to reason with the kettle.
Celeborn: *takes he necklaes, looks it over, nods solemnly and pulls it over his head**takes the saddlebag* I thank you. Both of you.
Celeborn: I think I would have come to this conclusion, eventually. But haste may be..necessary.
Ithiriel: ... Then ride faster than the wind. And go. *makes a shooing motion with her hand* We will clean up the other room and make sure it is locked.
Maglor: *smiles and nods* I will find a servant, and we will not let the food go entirely to waste.
Celeborn: *bows his head, then turns, and walks out of the room*
Ithiriel: *eyedarts, catches up with him, and wraps an arm around him, squeezes, then skitters back*
Celeborn: *gives her a hug back. Then? Is gone!*
Maglor: *blinked at first, then laughed a little at that, before leading her into the room where the food was, so they can...eat, drink, and clean up?* *feels less worried now that Celeborn's going to find cousin*
Ithiriel: *feels a little embarrassed at herself, but is very grateful he's gone after Galadriel*
Ithiriel: *takes a seat, again, with a bit of a sigh* Well ... It would be horrible to let this food go to waste.
Maglor: *sits down across from her and nods slowly* It would. There is already more than enough for three, much less two...
Ithiriel: We will eat what we can, and then ask the servants to find someone else who is hungry, to feed it to.
Maglor: *grins like that's a very good idea*
Maglor: *pours them both more wine* I feel much better, that he is going to meet with her. I would try to do the same, for you...but I fear that I would pack every jar of tea you have, in case you needed one of them.
Ithiriel: You would be fine... and anyway, I am not likely to go traveling off to very far off places without you, to do great or greatly stupid things.
Maglor: *is eating by then, and gives her a looook*
Maglor: *chews and loooooooks at her like he knows better and so should she*
Ithiriel: *shakes her head* It is more likely to be you, that gets sent off somewhere, I think.
Ithiriel: Unless there is a battle that needs healers. Then, of course, I would go.
Maglor: *covers his mouth with one hand so he can talk* ...where would I go? To serenade the fallen on a battlefield?
Ithiriel: I am of the opinion that dealing with our sister and father is going to have you running off more than once, before the situation finally settles down. *gingerly picks at her food with her fork*
Celeborn: *is riding out of the city at a canter!*
Maglor: *scoots the food around on the plate* If they occupy themselves, here, then I do not think I will be running off all that far, Ithiriel.
Ithiriel: ... then we are likely to never be parted, and therefore we will never have to worry about these things.
Ithiriel: *smiles sweetly at him, eats a few more bites*
Maglor: *nods and smiles at the thought of that* I have wandered enough for an entire host of elves, I think. It may be time that I did not do so, to that great of an extent.
Maglor: *is eyeing her more than he's actually eating >.>*
Ithiriel: *is watching her food more than eyeing him* I think I will probably just stay here, until we decide to move somewhere else....
Ithiriel: Legolas did offer me a place in Ithilien, when he got that built, and that may be something worth considering, as well.
Maglor: *takes a sip of wine and looks like he's thinking that over* It is still close enough to mortals, to watch their great deeds and failures, for a while. I would not mind that, either, for there has been much I have missed.
Maglor: I do not mind this city, either. I think its...charming, in its own way. Even though it is still being repaired.
Ithiriel: I love this city.. It is a bit busy to raise elflings in.
Ithiriel: *has obviously given that more thought*
Ithiriel: The forest would be perfect. *smiles at him*
Maglor: It would not be so bad a thing, if it was one, or even two little elflings...but any more than that...and they would need a forest to run around in. *smiles back at her like he likes that idea, very much*
Ithiriel: One or two, then we move to the forest nearby and let them run around, while still spying on the Mortals and their deeds. *nod her head*
Maglor: ...spying? o.O
Maglor: Watching, perhaps, but...I do not think it is spying... >.>
Maglor: *thinks about it, sighs* ...yes, yes...it is spying.
Ithiriel: *chuckles, softly* It is spying, but of a good natured kind.
Maglor: I suppose that it is. Benevolent spying.
Ithiriel: It is partly why I joined the rangers. Partly.
Ithiriel: To keep an eye on the Mortals... especially the important ones, like the King. .... Not that I was of any help, at all, and now he is stabbed.
Maglor: That is not your fault and it did not seem it could be stopped in time by anyone else, either.
Ithiriel: It could have been stopped by someone, if any one of us had been doing our jobs that night.
Maglor: ...you already were given tasks to do, though, that night. *thinks on that* Even if it was...sewing. >.o
Ithiriel: *sighs* .... In any case.
Ithiriel: Aerhen is at least entirely safe now.
Maglor: There is no case for you, you were...sewing...and... *sighs*
Ithiriel: I am going to blame myself, Meleth, as is every other servant of this city. It ... is the way of us, to think such things.
Maglor: Aerhen...is that your former charge, that you were caring for, before...or.... *long, long sigh* I fear it is, but...you were watching over me, as well, and so...then it is my fault, also.
Ithiriel: It is not your fault. No one handed you a sword, or a bow, and told you that you were in charge of the safety of this city, or the people who live in it.
Maglor: ...I handed you both your sword and bow, as I pushed you out the door to find out what was happening. -_-;
Maglor: I did not think you would have to use them. -_-;
Ithiriel: I was the only one who knew where the place was, Maglor...
Maglor: *siiiiighs* *long and slow*
Ithiriel: *drops her fork, reaches her hand across the table, and takes his*
Maglor: *holds her hand and asks* ...couldn't you have drawn them a map? >.o
Ithiriel: You really do not understand Boromir. >.>
Maglor: *then shakes his head like it doesn't matter now*
Maglor: The loud, snappish, grumpy mortal?
Ithiriel: Yes.
Ithiriel: At least, as long as you are standing in FRONT of Boromir, and he gives you an order, you just ... do it.
Maglor: ......
Ithiriel: He told me to go, find the other ranger group and go to the wraith's laire, and that is what I did. *looks down at her plate, picks her fork back up*
Maglor: *does not like that grumpy, loud, snappish mortal very much but...sighs and continues eating too*
Maglor: I know, and there is no changing things now. It is as it was meant to be.
Ithiriel: *nods her head silently, pushes food around her plate with her fork* I did not mean to make you worry so horribly.
Maglor: I worried you, even before that, so...we are even, now? *smiles at her?*
Ithiriel: *puts her fork down, and gets up*
Maglor: *blinks at that*
Maglor: Ithiriel...I was not trying to offend you.
Ithiriel: *shakes her head* You did not offend me.
Maglor: Then what is it? >.o
Ithiriel: *paces a bit* I think I am .. just ... worried.
Maglor: *watches her pace* ...about...?
Ithiriel: Everything...
Ithiriel: *laughs* You are rubbing off on me.
Maglor: Everything? o.O; *nods a little* I fear I might be, if you are worried about everything.
Ithiriel: I have never had this many people in my life, all at once, that I needed to care about.
Maglor: *says softly* I have, and though I lost them all, for a time, it is more worthwhile to have this many to care about, again...than to go without.
Maglor: Even if it causes such worry, it is still worthwhile.
Ithiriel: *nods her head a bit, and stops pacing*
Ithiriel: *walks over to him, and rests a hand on his shoulder*
Maglor: *looks up at her, blinks, then smiles a little* Maybe we will be able to...weather the worry a bit more with ease, once it is shared between us both.
Ithiriel: *smiles down at him, leans down and plants a kiss on his forhead* Or we will drive eachother completely insane with it...
Maglor: *really smiled at that, and looks at her very fondly afterward* I will happily go insane this time, with you.
Ithiriel: *sits on his lap, kisses his forhead again* I know you were not yourself, for a very long time.
Maglor: *looks away for a moment and is quiet, then slips his arms around her, being careful with her hand in the sling-scarf*
Ithiriel: *nuzzles her face at his cheek* You do not.. need to look away from me, in shame... I love you..
Maglor: *sighs softly* I love you, Ithiriel...but it is not..something that I would want repeated again...? *gives up, and facenuzzles, along with...much kissing >.>*
Ithiriel: *kisses him like she firmly believes her kiss can start gluing together that shattered brain of his, and probably does*
Maglor: *feels very much together when with her*
Maglor: *kisses her like he's trying to ease all her worries, too*
Ithiriel: *caresses her hand at his face, nuzzles him*
Maglor: *nuzzles and then eyedarts a little* Should...ask a servant to clean this up...and then...perhaps...rest for a little while... >.>Rest: You can put that in quotes!
Ithiriel: *rests against him, careful of her arm* *nods her head*
Maglor: *nods back at her and, helps her up, then stands...picks her up, and walks out of the room with her...just happens to nearly bowl over a passing servant* o.O
Maglor: ....
servant: *staaaares at them*
Maglor: *is not embarrassed, is not, is not...* ...food, in room...give to someone who's hungry...lock door?
Ithiriel: *has her arm wrapped around him, to steady herself*
Maglor: *is just slightly blushy*
servant: Mmhmmmmmm. *goes to take care of that and is like >.> heehee*
Maglor: *goes to their room! is sure to close door and fumble with the lock, while holding her, and trying to be careful of her hand!*
Ithiriel: *doesn't grumble, at all, just tries to stay still so that she's not more cumbersome to carry*
Maglor: *succeeds, rushes to bed for...resting*
Maglor: *yes, sets her down on bed, then cuddle-rests with, definitely, along with some kissing, but mostly resting*
Ithiriel: *mostly resting, yes* *was actually tired out enough to rest without much complaint!* *the kissing probably helped*
Maglor: *rests too and the kissing definitely helps, but is resting after the kissing, nothing else, just resting*
Ithiriel: *just resting, nodnodnod*
Maglor: *NODSyesjustresting*