Who: Maglor, Ithiriel What: uhm... much talking and venting, then very, extremely cute awkwardness, and warning: There's a naked elf in here. What is it with the elves and nakedness? When: A bit after that log with Celeborn and Ithiriel Where: Ithiriel's house, then the Citadel
Maglor: *has look of condemned elf on his face, again, while walking with arms full of books*
Ithiriel: *still holed up at her house, in the room she loaned to Maglor, mostly thinking about what Celeborn said to her while... casually messing with her fingers*
Maglor: *well didn't know she was there, thought they were still in that room in the citadel, so goes to the citadel room, drops books opening the door, peers in, doesn't see her, picks up the books, and decides to go to her house to check and see if she's there*
Maglor: *lightly kicks at the door since arms are full* -_-
Maglor: *siiiiiiiiiiiighs*
Maglor: *massive, huge, lengthy, sigh of woe*
Ithiriel: *remembers that noise, as the noise of "Maglor at the door with full arms"* *Comes out of hiding in her room to get the door*
Ithiriel: *opens it, looks at stack of books* ... Light reading?
Maglor: *softened tone of voice from behind stack of books, peeks around it to look at her* ...actually...its heavier than I'd imagined it would be.
Ithiriel: *helpfully picks up some of the books off of the top, and carries them inside*
Maglor: *follows in, nearly tripping over the lordly robe he's wearing when he turned to shut the door with a foot, regains footing, gets the door closed, and then sets the books down*
Ithiriel: *admires him in the robe, and smiles* It suits you. *sets her books down, as well, and starts looking through a few of them*
Maglor: *watches her for a moment, then sighs* Celeborn found me in the library, and told me that he had spoken to you.
Maglor: *looks...profoundly guilt-ridden*
Ithiriel: *wrinkles her brow* .... He did, yes... why do you look as if you have just stepped upon some child's kitten?
Maglor: Because I might as well have, except...it would have been your kitten, not some child's...and I've destroyed its...cute...warm...fuzziness. *scrunches up his face and starts fidgeting uncomfortably*
Maglor: Not that I thought you were cute, warm, and fuzzy...I mean...cute and warm...no, no, that's not what I mean... >.o
Ithiriel: .... *slaps her hand against her face* Eru...
Ithiriel: What, exactly, did he say to you?
Maglor: That you were...uhmm...still feeling rotten, over...killing Caranthir in that witch's body, and that it has caused you to become...or rather, it caused you to be more secluded or...its really just a jumble in my mind right now, I can't explain it, but it was about that...and we did not speak for very long at all, before I told him that I would talk to you and then I left with the books... *draws in a breath to keep speaking* ...and I think he warned me that you would try to pull away and the likes, and you already did that before, when Caranthir returned in his own body, so it is not as though I'm unfamiliar with you doing that now, so....
Maglor: *keeps blurting out very quickly except in quenya now* ...if you're going to do that to me, then I understand it, and I can go back to the library if you'd like, because I really should have been the one to do that, not you, never you...you're a healer more or less...so its really rather wrong for you to have done that, and since I suggested it, it should have been me...
Ithiriel: *watches him blurt for a while, translating in her head quickly and wrinkling her brow, like she' trying desperately to formulate some kind of response, but ... no, can't seem to make one, so instead just walks up to him, and pulls him into a hug*
Maglor: *blinks, and then hugs onto her while whisper blurting in westron again* ...I feel...and felt...really bad about the whole thing, because it hurt you so much and because...you didn't seem to understand the reasoning behind it, but it made sense, and was not a bad thing, because now Caranthir is himself, and so is my father and I'm really very thankful about that, and relieved...and.. *just lets out a little sigh and shuts up*
Ithiriel: I did not WANT you to feel bad about it... that's why I did not want to talk to you about this. You have been so happy, especially since your father came back, I.... did not wish to ruin that, and now you look so unhappy, and it is all ruined anyway. *lets out a long sigh*
Maglor: ...well... *chews on one side of his lower lip for a moment, and is shifty-eyed* ...actually, Ithiriel...I was upset about it, because you were upset about it, or do you not recall me...weeping in the back of that cart, while wearing a dress... *blurts out quickly* ...not that I expected you to! I mean, you were very upset, naturally, and its harder to notice when others are upset when one is so upset themselves...
Maglor: I think I shall only be half happy, but I'm happy with my half happy, if that makes any sense. I am...too busy worrying over everyone else to bother with myself for too long, yes.
Ithiriel: *lets out a long sigh* You had such a bright smile on your face, when your father's body rose up out of that ash... I had never seen you so bright before, I... thought maybe I could just forget about everything else? *hugs him again* But then I realised I could not, but... I will have to, because I honestly do not wish you to be only half-happy forever.
Maglor: Uhm...Ithiriel...you make me happy but I will still worry over you, be it tomorrow or...a hundred years from now, or whether we are here, or in Aman. My half-happy is far better than my...not happy at all and would like to die but couldn't ever seem to get it to work? >.> *nervous little laugh*
Ithiriel: Well.. that is better than ... trying to die and never getting it to work ... yes... *eyedarts* *takes his hand in hers, and pulls him over to a chair*
Maglor: *is pulled while nodding profusely, that...yes...its a lot better*
Ithiriel: *presses him into a chair, and sits on his lap* He told me to talk to you about this, and I really do not know where to start. I hate making you worry more than you already do, and I feel like all I have done since you've come back is make you worry, and all I will do is have you worrying forever, and... that cannot be any better than being happy with your father and brother..
Maglor: *blinks up at her before slipping his arms around her waist and hugging her while sitting* It is a better thing, than being alone and having no worries even about one's own self. I still worry for both my father and brother, also...and I worried long ago, so it is not a you...thing...it is a me...thing. *looks thoughtful for a long moment* ...as long as you start, somewhere, it is better than not...speaking about it at all. And I want to listen.
Ithiriel: And I know you keep saying you will worry anyway. *nods her head at him, remembers something else he said, too* You told me it was better to have lots of people around to have cares and worries about, even though they were a burden sometimes. I cannot understand that as easily, maybe, because I have had so few people in mine. But I just felt like .. I do not know. I did not think you would understand. You tried so hard to explain it to me.
Ithiriel: *leans against him, rests her head on his shoulder* And I suppose I thought it would not be this hard to just get over it and move on.
Maglor: *face nuzzles a little then says in a gentle tone* ...I do not think I explain things well, very often...its often better put in music without lyrics at times, at least in my head, it is...and I'd like to understand, even if it doesn't make sense when the words leave your mouth and meet my ears...it is better than saying nothing at all. I am guilty of this, too.
Ithiriel: *sorts through her head* To you and Caranthir and even Feanor, that was just a body, and it was an evil body too, one that had ... effectively, imprisoned your brother I suppose, through dark arts. .... But that body was your brother, to me. It is harder to deal with. I healed that body. I cared for that body. Caranthir WAS her, not just...some thing inside of her. It is not so simple as a vase holding something inside of it.
Ithiriel: Especially because I healed her, I think that is a major problem with it, for me. She had never done a thing to me, and I had healed her, and ... alright, I know she hit you with a hammer that one time, but...
Maglor: *bites into lower lip and listens*
Ithiriel: But she had never ... done a damn THING to me..... ... and you know, meleth... I should have had more of a hard time killing her than I did. Perhaps that is the problem. I sat there and listened while the two of you talked through it, and then I turned off every part of me that would have fought the idea, and did it, for you. Because it needed to be done. And NO, I did not want you to do it. I just ... I think that would have been worse.
Maglor: *now is chewing his lower lip while eyedarting and looking even more guilty, in that 'should have been me' sort of way, but is still being quiet to let her get it all out so she'll feel better*
Ithiriel: I have only ever killed the things that threatened me directly... I can remember every one of those battles, and in each one I had emotions. I was afraid, or concerned for the men behind me and around me, defiant.... but this time, I was just numb. I know what I should have felt, but I was not feeling it. *lowers her voice, trying to work through things as she's mentioning them* It was all.... calculations, in my head. How to do it right, the first time, where to put the blade, what angle, and what needed to be done, after. Even when you were crying, I.... just.. *sighs, and falls silent*
Maglor: *is quiet too, then sighs softly*
Maglor: *asks in a whisper* ...you just...what?
Ithiriel: I should have cried, too. Why did I not cry? *shakes her head* I knew I had to hold you, so that you could let it out, and that is what I did.
Maglor: *feels extremely guilty now but just nods*
Ithiriel: And then I wonder. If that night had gone differently, would I have been able to do the same to you, if that is what would have been necessary? Would it have been the right thing? I have... no.. idea.
Maglor: *shakes his head like 'perhaps not?' like he isn't sure either*
Ithiriel: I was trying to make myself feel that day that Caranthir came back... I yanked out some of my stitches, on purpose. *sighs, gets off his lap, starts pacing again*
Maglor: *wiiiiiinces like he's just yanked out his own stitches and...doesn't really have any to pull out, but just hearing that...slouches a bit and rubs one gloved hand at an eye*
Ithiriel: Celeborn told me I was going about it the wrong way, but would not tell me what the right way, was.
Maglor: I do not know, either. I'm sorry.
Ithiriel: *stops in her pacing to look at him* I think I was supposed to talk to you. But I think I have only succeeded in making you feel awful.
Maglor: Oh no, no...please, keep talking. I'm listening. *smiles reassuringly?*
Ithiriel: *wrinkles her brow* *looks at him like ... 'are you sure?' *
Maglor: *nodnods profusely while smiling reassuringly?*
Maglor: *everything's fine! right as rain! sunshine and bunnies!*
Ithiriel: I ... think that's it, actually. *runs a hand through her hair* ... mostly...
Maglor: ...if you are leaving something else unsaid...perhaps you would feel better to...say it?
Ithiriel: I fear anything more and It might .... be more than you want to deal with. *smiles?*
Maglor: *fidgets and smiles?*
Maglor: ...that's silly, Ithiriel.
Maglor: I mean...its...not silly but...that...its silly to think that, yes.
Maglor: Not silly that you said it, I meant. Yes, that's right.
Ithiriel: Then why are you fidgiting? *points!*
Maglor: *clasps hands together* No reason! I usually fidget.
Ithiriel: *gently* You do it when you are uncomfortable. *walks up to his hands, and takes them in hers since.... her other one is unbandaged at the moment, from earlier* *it's easier to bend the injured one without bandaging on it but... still, not bending entirely* *tries not to be self-conscious about that*
Maglor: *stares at their hands and then looks up at her*
Ithiriel: *squeezes, as best she can*
Maglor: *sighs softly because can tell - and just thinks - that her injured hand still needs times to heal more* *is cautious enough to give only her good hand a gentle squeeze, and not to dare squeeze the other hand at all*
Ithiriel: My hand is not going to break if you touch it, Maglor. *chuckles softly* .... *sighs* I will be alright.
Maglor: No, no...I do not want to...cause it to get worse before it will get better again...it was bleeding when we came back and... *exhales softly* ...you just require more rest, hopefully without...anything else happening, to cause you any distress. *nods like this is so*
Ithiriel: *snorts* It was bleeding because of what I did. I think it is healing just fine, now. *Even though knows it's not* *pulls her hands away, but not before lifting his up enough to kiss at them* I love you.
Maglor: *blushes a bit and grins before saying fondly* I love you, Ithiriel.
Ithiriel: *smiles* *genuinely!*
Maglor: *smiles? then smiles! yes, genuinely* *of course, is not a silly elf, looks absolutely positively genuine while smiling, indeed!*
Ithiriel: *curls up on his lap again, hugs him*
Maglor: *hugs >.>*
Ithiriel: *nuzzles at his neck a bit*
Maglor: *huggles in response*
Ithiriel: You are not okay now, are you? *lets out a bit of a sigh* It is like transferring all the bad things over, instead of letting them go off somewhere....
Maglor: No, nooo, no...I'm all right.
Maglor: *hugs her close so he can go smile?*
Ithiriel: You realise that I know when you are lying, just as you know when I am? *kisses at his neck, again*
Maglor: *eyedaaaaaarts and weakly laughs*
Ithiriel: *sighs his name, like he sighs hers, sometimes* We need to learn to talk to eachother. I talked, now it is your turn.
Maglor: I'm not lying, really, I am simply glad you said all those things so you are not...burdened by them, any longer...yes.
Maglor: *tenses a bit for a few seconds* All that needed to be said, I said before. It was your turn this time, and I am glad it helped you, Ithiriel.
Ithiriel: *massages at his shoulder a bit, sensing the tenseness!*
Maglor: *relaxes, then eyes a window, POINTS at it with one hand*
Maglor: Oh, look at the hour. I did not realize it was so late. We should go back to our room atop this city. I will gather my books.
Ithiriel: *looks at the window, frowns*
Maglor: *smiles!* Yes, I think I will gather my books.
Ithiriel: *isn't getting off his lap!* Why are you in such a hurry?
Maglor: Hurry? I am not in a hurry. Other than... *thinks quickly* ...if it grows dark, the streets might be dangerous, and you are in no way fit enough to beat up any thieves or cutthroats, and I would only have books to throw at them. *nodnods!*
Ithiriel: .. Maglor...
Maglor: ...Ithiriel...
Ithiriel: You show all the signs of a twitchy elf who is clearly avoiding something. And it is not the darkness outside. There are no bugs in YOUR kitchen, either.
Maglor: *says matter-of-factly* ...I do not have a kitchen.
Ithiriel: I am not getting up off of your lap. *firmly*
Maglor: ... *holds onto, then stands up while holding onto her*
Ithiriel: *squeaks*
Maglor: *tells her* I will just come back for the books later, then. *heads for the door*
Ithiriel: *Was really not expecting that* *clings!*
Maglor: *fumbles while trying to hold her and open the door, finally gets it open, shuffles through, then turns and tries to close it, all without dropping her*
Ithiriel: *lets out a bit of a sigh* Put me down.
Maglor: No, no...I've got you...I just need to... *grabs the doorhandle finally and closes it* ...there. ^^
Ithiriel: I do not wish to make you take another trip for the books, I can help you carry them, if you are going to be this stubborn.
Maglor: No, no, I can do that later...it is not a bother, meleth. *heads off toward the citadel, still carrying her!*
Ithiriel: *wraps an arm around his neck, lets herself be carried* *wonders what the hell he was avoiding, though, still*
Maglor: *nothing, that's what!* *carries her all the way back to the citadel and down the corridor to their room, is sneaking while carrying*
Maglor: *tiptoes toward the door*
Ithiriel: *eyedarts* *almost asks why they're sneaking, but... doesn't want to get caught*
Maglor: *is tiptoeing since...their room is right across from Galadriel...and CELEBORN'S room, yessss* *gets to the door, tries to get it open*
Ithiriel: *tries to help?*
Maglor: *lets her try to help while his own hand is fumbling with the doorhandle, while trying to not put her down, still x_@*
Ithiriel: *has to use her bad hand to work the lock, but.... that's okay? It doesn't hurt that bad, and the door eventually creaks open a bit*
Maglor: *sticks out foot, applies boot to door, pushes it open, then tiptoes in*
Maglor: *turns, applies foot to other side of the door, eeeks it closed while balancing on one foot, and holding her in arms >.>*
Ithiriel: *decides to take this moment to start kissing at his neck again*
Maglor: *gets a very wide - if not slightly sloppy - grin on his face, gets the door shut after nearly toppling over sideways, and then fumbles with the lock while love-sighing at the neck kissing*
Ithiriel: *continues kissing at his neck, feeling..... well, a bit more warm and fuzzy than before, which was nothing at all before, so .. that's a pretty large improvement there* *nuzzles, kisses again*
Maglor: *mind is kind of swimmy and is feeling decidely warm n' fuzzy himself, turns and...then blinks like o.O* ... *all right, is supposed to be waiting, has had fear of making her more weary tired and worn out, firmly implanted into brain...so taking her into the bedchamber is...probably the worst idea ever* *looks around in eyedarty fashion*
Maglor: *then...sets her down...on a chair!* *backs away! backs away!* *does SMILE! though*
Maglor: *ears, are v. blushy red*
Ithiriel: *is counting up the weeks in her head, tests her own energy levels ..... smirks.... walks up to him, wraps an arm around his neck, and kisses him, soundly*
Maglor: *bliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinks and arms go flailing for a moment...though, that kiss is rather convincing...then mentally slaps self and tries the nice, soft, harmless type kissing of gentle slow-down-edness*
Ithiriel: *kisses nice, and gently, and soft, and then a bit more firmly, with a bit of flame, and some tears in her eyes*
Maglor: *whimpers like 'oh no, please don't do this right now itstoosoon'...and then ends up holding her closer, gives her one last lingering yet loving kiss, and tilts his head back with a little phew exhale*
Ithiriel: *looks at him, with hooded eyes, smiles*
Maglor: *SMILES! right back at her, pets a hand against the side of her face and lets go* That was...very nice, yes. *eyedarts like he can't believe he just said that, then blurts out* ...thank you. *winces*
Maglor: Oh, look the hour. *POINTS AT A WINDOW* I think that I need to fetch my books now. *heads for the door*
Ithiriel: *winces, too* ..... yes .... well... you do that.. *nods*
Maglor: *trip stumbles over robe on the way there, then rights himself and nods profusely* Yes, yes...I think I will...perhaps you need a cold bath? >.o
Maglor: A bath, not cold, I meant...to help you cool off....RELAX, I meant!
Ithiriel: *looks at him, icily*
Ithiriel: *crosses her arms over her chest*
Maglor: *blinkblinks when he looked over his shoulder and spied the icy look* ....a nice warm, comforting, not anything wrong with it, bath?
Maglor: I love you?
Ithiriel: A bath. .... Yes. .... I love you, too.
Maglor: You are fairer than all the stars in the sky?
Maglor: Combined?
Ithiriel: *ducks her head* Now you are being flattering. *uncrosses her arms, shoos him*
Maglor: *sighs and nods, then is out the door in a tizzy, and takes his own sweet elvish time, gathering all those books together and making his way back*
Ithiriel: *is behind screen, bathing, when he gets back, and possibly might have been crying while he was gone* *though more out of venting, in general, than anything* *needs good cry*
Maglor: *sneaks via tiptoeing, back into the room, after nearly dropping entire stack of books trying to get the door open* *finally does drop them, every single one, while trying to shut door, since was so utterly brain scattery by what nearly did happen, he didn't think to set them down on a table before trying to do that* >.o
Maglor: *shuts the door! LOCKS it, then scrambles to pick up the books*
Maglor: *calls out so she knows hits him and not some intruder that she might stab or give icy looks to* It is I, and I dropped my books! I am picking them up now!
Ithiriel: *wash-wash-washing, yup* *completely naked* *in the tub* *all wet* Really? I was worried it might have been an orc!
Maglor: *makes a noise like ewww, and finally gets books stacked up on a table*
Maglor: No, not an orc, it is only me...I hear splashing...you must be taking a... *not cold* ...bath.
Maglor: >.> *looks around the room frantically for something to do, then GRABS A BOOK, runs to a chair, sits down and opens it like he's reading, yes! uninteruptable READING*
Maglor: *while trying not to hyperventilate*
Ithiriel: Yes, I am taking a bath, since it appears you are busy getting books, and wish me to cool down. *snorts*
Maglor: *and holding book about four inches away from his nose* *eyedarts, not that she can see him from behind bath screen, and even then couldn't since book is covering his face* Ohhh...that's good, yes...I meant...not the cooling down... *except yes, that's good too* ...I am certain it is rather relaxing. Oh, oh...this is a very good book.
Maglor: *tries to turn a page LOUDLY, if that's possible*
Ithiriel: Is it a book about kissing me? *chuckles*
Maglor: *nearly dropped book, fumbles with it, then is staring at it, upside down without noticing its upside down, with eyes like o.O* No, it is not, but its very good, all about...theatre things...this will be a very good resource, I think...
Maglor: *throws the book aside!* I think that I am hungry. Oh, my stomach hurts, because I have neglected to eat. Would you care for... *thinkthinkthinks of furthest place to get last minut food* ...a sausage on a stick?
Ithiriel: Theatre things? *steps out of the tub, peeks from behind the screens* Did you get that settled, then?
Maglor: Oh yes, I did, and I should go...check in on that theater, on the way back...
Maglor: *stands! looks around for coins* *is rummaging wildly* In case Caranthir decided to tear it all down, hahaha?
Ithiriel: *fixes him with a look* You hate eating sausage on a stick as much as I. I can cook something for you. Why are you in such a hurry to be away from me? I did not become a bad kisser, in your absence?
Maglor: *winces like he's in pain, is rummaging through a desk drawer* No, no, I never said I hated them, but I did say they were...interesting and...youarenotabadkisser. *that is the problem*
Maglor: *finds....COINS!* *holds them up like...a light from Valinor should be shining down upon them, like they're holy items or something* Coins!
Ithiriel: .... Interesting. I said I would cook. *frowns* I can do that, at least. *steps out from behind the screen to take the coins and puts them away* *conveniently forgets she's ... still... naked*
Maglor: ....! *look of profound...well its like fascinated HORROR on his face*
Maglor: ...you...bath...wet...need towel? *POINTS AT HER...HER...NOT WEARING CLOTHES-ness!*
Maglor: *turns to find...anything to cover her up with, bumps into table, knocks over entire stack of books, tries to catch some as they fall*
Ithiriel: *laughs, can't help it, goes to help him pick the books up*
Maglor: No, no no no NO! Nooooo! I've got them! *picks up the vast majority of them and STANDS, so there's...books behind held between her and him and then runs across the room to put them on a DIFFERENT table, like that's much better, then runs into bed chamber, whimpers like that's the WRONG PLACE TO BE, runs back out*
Maglor: ..... o.O; *sees her again, whimpers, runs back into bed chamber, and rummages, then throws out...a cloak*
Maglor: ... *thinks, then throws out a dress, and some shoes...and a scarf, for good measure*
Maglor: IT IS COLD OUT TONIGHT, BEST TO KEEP YOUR HAND WARM!
Maglor: *slaps a hand over his mouth and is eyedarty*
Ithiriel: *takes them all with a rather dry look on her face* *looks at him steadily for a moment, walks up to him, with stack of clothing now in her arms, kisses him on the cheek* You should get used to it, for you will see me unclothed often. *winks, walks back behind the screen*
Maglor: ...yes, I know, but... *blurts out in quenya* ...not YET! You have barely had a moment to rest, without running around, and with my sister who was really my brother, and everything else and I do not want to harm you by making you weary for another month afterward! *was still sort of...leaning out window while saying that*
Maglor: Areyoudressedyet?!
Ithiriel: Almost dressed, yes. You act as if my body was some sort of weapon. *chuckles, has dress on now, steps out from behind the screen* I will cook you something. Please, just.. calm yourself. Sit, and read.... play your harp. I will fix you some tea.
Maglor: *is tightly wound up ball of fidgety energy, just nods like that's a good idea, yes, then started to head over to the bed, stopped short, then heads back into the other room with a vaguely traumatized look on face* *sits down, stands up, fidgets, then grabs a book and tries to read while...slowly pacing*
Maglor: *and bumping into things*
Maglor: *and tripping over a chair, then righting himself like that never happened* *continues to read-pace*
Ithiriel: *walks over to him, presses him into a chair, and massages at his shoulder a bit* Maglor, I love you, and I am sorry that I have ... obviously, displaced your center of calm. You are going to injure yourself if you go reading like that. Just... sit. Relax.
Maglor: ...no, no...I'm calm, really. *smiles?*
Maglor: I'll just...sit here...and wait...for tea, but...are you certain I should not fix the tea? What about your hand.
Maglor: *stands* I'll fix the tea, yes!
Ithiriel: I can fix the tea. *firmly* *smiles* *pats his shoulder, pushes him back down*
Ithiriel: *goes to make tea, with the fel angband teakettle*
Maglor: *breathes deeeeeeply*
Maglor: *does that for a little while, feels somewhat calmer*
Ithiriel: *sets the teakettle on the fire, throws the cloak on, and kisses him on the cheek* I will be back, with food. So that you do not have to eat nasty sausages on a stick.
Maglor: I do not hate them, though they smell bad. -_-
Maglor: And I'm sorry. I just...did not expect...did not have any warning, kiss seemed very convincing of...things.
Maglor: I'mnotreallyhungry.
Ithiriel: .... I think I am ... ready to convince you of... things.
Ithiriel: You are not hungry? *wrinkles her brow* Are you certain?
Maglor: *blinks at her, makes highpitched noise in back of his throat like now he's not sure if its better to pretend to be hungry or to actually admit that he's not or what* ...I...do not...know?
Maglor: Idonotthink...youhaverestedENOUGH!
Ithiriel: *arches a brow* You were pretending to be hungry as an excuse to leave.
Maglor: *look of GUILT and wanting to find hole to crawl into and...yes, that*
Ithiriel: *shakes her head at him* You are allowed to be truthful to me, meleth. *snatches the book out of his hands* Here. I have an idea.
Maglor: ...is this a good idea or a bad idea? *nervous little laugh*
Maglor: *points in direction of bed chamber* Should I run to that window and try to climb out it, now?
Ithiriel: Nay, you are not going to climb out our bedchamber window.
Maglor: *look of condemnedness*
Maglor: *just nods that, no, he will not climb out the window*
Ithiriel: *kisses him on the forehead* We will take our tea to the bed, and sit cuddled up on it, and I will read the book to you, so that we both might know what is in it at once?
Ithiriel: And you can take turns, and read to me, as well.
Maglor: *blinkblinks, then eyes light up since that sounds harmless enough, and relaxing, and doesn't involve Ithiriel being naked or wet or kissing him in a way that would mean no forewarning or planning or things would happen without her being rested entirely first, and such*
Ithiriel: *likes it when his eyes light up like that, caresses at his cheek*
Maglor: *is putty in her hands and smiles at her* I think...that's a very good idea, meleth.
Ithiriel: *makes the tea, leads him over to the bed, and the reading!snuggle fest begins!*
Maglor: *yes, snuggles, reading, tea, all nice safe things, looks very content with just that*