Lady Ithiriel of Rivendell (ithiriel) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-30 20:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | ithiriel, maglor |
Feanor and Caranthir have created a gift for you.
Who: Ithiriel, Maglor
What: Presents are handed out, more discussions, and a much needed cry.
When: Riiight after the family scribble log.
Where: Citadel!
Maglor: >.>
Ithiriel: *snaps out of glassy-eyed look* Maglor?
Maglor: *sets the playbook down after popping into the bedchamber* Ithiriel?
Maglor: *teasing mimicing? smiles at her?*
Maglor: Feanor and Caranthir have created a gift for you.
Ithiriel: *blinkblinks* They did? That was ... unexpected.
Maglor: *takes it out and holds out on a finger, for her to take* For you, to help you, when you are healing others.
Ithiriel: *stares at it, with her jaw dropped* That is too beautiful ... and ... it is glowing, and.... I like the on you gave me.
Maglor: Then perhaps you should wear this one, when you are working as a healer...but, I think, had I the coins at the time, I would have given you something much more like this...something brighter, is what I had in mind, and this...while the first necklace is important because of the giving of it to you...is just as special, I think. They would want to see you, wearing it, if you...choose to, I meant....if not...I mean, you could save it to wear, later...
Maglor: *sets it down on a table, nearby*
Ithiriel: *pokes it with a finger, picks it up, like she'll break it if she isn't careful* I feel like I aught to be a queen, to get such a gift, instead of ... well ... I am not a queen, for instance, I am just an elf, but I will wear it, and yours as well. I love them both.
Maglor: ...you are very loved, by many, including myself...that is why.
Maglor: You will have many gifts, it can not be helped, in a family of crafters.
Maglor: *smiles apologetically?*
Ithiriel: *gets up out of bed, comes over to him, and hugs him*
Maglor: *hugs her like he's afraid SHE is going to break*
Ithiriel: I feel as if my entire world has gone from shades of grey to color, since you arrived. I swear it. It is as if the definition of happy I had before now was a fake one, and I only know the real meaning now...
Maglor: ...that is much how I feel, as well. Though I always noticed the colors, they did not seem so...vibrant, I suppose...
Ithiriel: Help me put this on?
Maglor: *smiles and takes the necklace, looks it over, unclasps it, then..hesitates, gently sweeps some of her hair away from her neck, then slides the silver chain around, and fusses with the clasp* ...why they did not make it a long silver chain without an elaborate clasp, I will not know...
Maglor: *bites lip, concentrates and...finishes, gives it a very gentle tug to test it, then smiles*
Ithiriel: They are your family? Is anything simple amongst you?
Maglor: *smiles while shaking his head that, no, its not ever simple*
Ithiriel: *immediately feels the reserve energy held in the gem, and widens her eyes at it*
Maglor: *still smiling, but his eyes widen a bit too, in response* ...is something wrong?
Ithiriel: It has ... *wrinkles her brow* I was not expecting that. It is very warm, like what I pull on, to heal with. I understand now. I suppose this will be of great help, right now especially.
Maglor: ...right now...especially? *then eyes widen more* Oh, Ithiriel...I would rather your hand healed more fully, before we...try anything...
Maglor: It has not helped matters, the troubles it has had, in healing as it should, and even now it is still much weaker in strength, than this hand. *takes hold of her uninjured hand and gives it a squeeze*
Ithiriel: *wrinkles her brow* *eyedarts* Yes, well. I only meant that the reserves in this can help me heal more, now. I was not... meaning to try anything since, it was obvious last night, that you did not wish to do that... anytime soon, so....
Maglor: ...I'm sorry about that...I thought I'd have some time to...steady my nerves. >.o
Maglor: Before. I mean. If I knew a when and a where, yes.
Ithiriel: But you wish to wait until my hand has healed... more... so...
Maglor: But things have always been...very busy, with other things always happening and...yes, I think we should wait, and perhaps it will be very soon, if your hand is...better.
Maglor: *sighs and stares at her for a long moment* ...it is not going to get much better, is it.
Ithiriel: *works her jaw* Not much better... no... not for years, he is thinking, or until the other shores heal it...
Maglor: I had to guess. When you tried to hold both of my hands, I noticed that the strength in your fingers...is not like it once was.
Maglor: But I am happy you did not lose a finger, or all of your fingers. Its very hard, and makes things feel very dismal, after such things happen. Or, it was for Maedhros, for a while, and I sat with him, while he was healing...so...I know from watching.
Ithiriel: *has little tears in her eyes* It will not bend the same way. I was so foolish to catch that knife.... .
Maglor: *raises his hands to her face and rests them there* ...they will heal, when we sail...and it is better you caught it, than the knife plunging into you.
Ithiriel: *nods her head, and squeezes tears out of her eyes* You all kept telling me not to lose hope, and ... I am very glad, that I did not lose any of them, yes, but... ... It is also good that the knife did not, plunge in, yes, that would have been worse.
Maglor: *kisses her, lovingly, lingeringly, then pulls away just enough, to rest his forehead against hers*
Ithiriel: *is definitely crying, now, so it was a somewhat wet kiss* *presses her face in against his shoulder* I will not be able to hold a bow.... *woe* *sooo much woe* *lets out a sob*
Maglor: *holds her close and looks very remorseful, for her* ...but you can do other things, Ithiriel...and though it took a long time, even Maedhros was able to weild a sword, in his off-hand...and there is no reason why you can not do the same, if need arises...
Maglor: *nuzzles the side of his face against her head, into her hair, while she's crying* ...you can still be a healer, if not a ranger, also...
Ithiriel: *squeezes him tightly, nods her head to everything he's saying, feels kind of better after hearing that bit about Maedhros* *lifts her head up off his shoulder to look at him, still crying* But you liked that I was a healer AND a ranger, too....
Maglor: I love you. And I want you to do all that you are able to do, and want to do, as much as you want to do them.
Maglor: *smiles but is looking a little misty-eyed himself*
Ithiriel: *caresses her hand at his cheek* *smiles a bit, through the tears* Did he really learn to ... use a sword in his off hand?
Maglor: *nods softly so her hand doesn't lose contact with his face at all* He had little choice, and he still fought, after he lost one hand.
Maglor: You are stubborn, too, so...I think you will be able to accomplish anything you set your mind to, meleth.
Ithiriel: *decides if she can draw arrows with her bad hand, she is going to learn to hold the bow in the other* *nods her head, and tries to get her tears under control*
Maglor: I think, if you have the will, you will find a way. *thinks she has a whole lot more willpower than he does, since is still trying not to cry just because its upset HER so much*
Ithiriel: *just generally thinks crying is a sign of weakness, so... doesn't like crying in front of other poeple at all, not even him.... * *ducks her head, in fact, since she can't seem to stop*
Maglor: *never thought that, but that's probably because he's spent such a long time doing that, and grew accustomed to tears being shed* *smooths a hand over her hair to try to soothe her, then...lures her toward the bed for some rest and holding*
Ithiriel: *is lured over to the bed, and doesn't complain at all* *curls up against him, rests against him, and just.... decides to let it out, since... can't stop crying anyway, and he's already seen her START crying, and.. yeah.*
Maglor: *sighs softly, almost like its a relief, then sheds a few tears also* *is comfort holding the entire time*
Maglor: *is not stopping her either, not a single 'shhh' or anything, since its very apparent to him that she needs to get it all out, finally*
Ithiriel: *cries herself out completely, which ... will probably take a good few minutes... and then just rests with him, savouring the comfort and how warm and fuzzy he makes her feel*
Maglor: *is finally relaxed, without a single sign of fidgeting or anything nervous or related to reckless energy, just lays there with her, very comfortably, with a smile, and...mind starts to drift off, finally, into a fuzzy wuzzy dreamlike state*