Forgotten harper, singer doomed. (gold_cleaver) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-07-03 14:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | ithiriel, maglor |
Who: Ithiriel, Maglor
What: self-undertaken stitch removal, talkiness, 'when cats attack!', alluringness, then...much of ze faintingness. XD
When: Recently.
Notes/Warnings: some friskiness, glossed over so u haz 2 use ur imaginationz plz, kthanx.
Ithiriel: *couldn't find a healer she trusted with this, so is off by herself in the rooms she shares with Maglor, taking care of her own stitches*
Maglor: *>.<*
Maglor: *does not know but if DID know, would be like 'whywhyWHY?!' at her*
Ithiriel: *was kind of hoping he never found out*
Maglor: *x_@; well, doesn't know at least...since is off doing...whatever it is that he's doing since he can't keep track of what he's doing anymore*
Ithiriel: *was noticing him adapting a play and taking down stage direction earlier?*
Maglor: *is doing that, he thinks, yes*
Ithiriel: *figures she can get away with this* *he's been absorbed in that for a day*
Maglor: *looks up from the book and parchment, blinks, starts looking around for one of the theatre books, but doesn't see it on the desk* :/
Maglor: ... *eyes the bedroom 'area'* *from where he's sitting* *like "do I dare?"*
chair: *decides that one leg has gone suddenly wobbly and if the elf does not stand up and move now, will fall apart!*
Ithiriel: *still sitting in quiet corner of bedroom area, with hand on table, taking care of stitches*
Maglor: *stands up! stands up and steps away from wobbly chair!*
chair: *looks sturdy yet somehow innocent* *is master o' deception!* *disguised as chair*
Maglor: *wonders if Morgoth ever owned that chair and somehow, it ended up there, waiting for people to sit in it, then figures...he's up...so walks quietly into bedroom*
Maglor: *sees her there, thinks she's sewing something, and doesn't want to disturb her so...tiptoes, quiet sneaky like, past her while her back is turned, starts discreetly! looking for the book*
Ithiriel: *eyedarts, takes her hand off to table, as well as the bottle of clear liquer she was using to clean with, and the bandaging* Meleth, I did not expect to ever see you again. *teases* What is it you are looking for?
Maglor: Oh, that book...the one you were reading to me...I fear its been misplaced... *turns to look at her* What are you working on?
Ithiriel: Oh I know where that is. *gets up, bad hand tucked into her skirts, and heads over to the place she last saw it* Mm? Oh, nothing.
Maglor: .....
Ithiriel: *finds it, on the floor underneath the bed, and holds it up* Here!
Maglor: *walks toward her like o.O and reaches out one hand to take the book...?*
Ithiriel: *smiles at him, kisses his cheek and hands the book over*
Maglor: ... *smiles?* *hugs the book against his chest with both arms?*
Ithiriel: *smiles?*
Maglor: *points at the hand she's hiding*
Maglor: *like...POINTS!*
Ithiriel: *smiles again?* Well you have your book, so.... that is good,and I will .. put some tea on for you, so that you can get back to work.
Maglor: Why are you hiding your hand like that? *like he has room to talk, he's always hiding his hands with gloves but STILL* ....no, no...I don't need any tea, but thank you?
Ithiriel: You are welcome. Are you hungry? I can have something sent up, or.... *smiles?* You have been working for hours, do you need more ink, or parchment?
Maglor: ...why are you avoiding the first question?
Maglor: *looks concerned, tries to...walk towards her and circle around a bit to try to see her hand*
Ithiriel: NO no no, it is nothing to be concerned about at all. *shakes her head* I just did not think you would ... like to see.
Maglor: *gives her a look of woe* ...what did you do...
Maglor: Were you ripping out your stitches again? Let me see.
Maglor: *takes hold of her wrist*
Ithiriel: *lets him see, with a bit of a sigh*
Maglor: *looks at her hand, specifically her fingers*
Maglor: *goes x_@ like he's in a stage of pre-flailing*
Maglor: ...what did you...do.... *starts to get twitchy in a x_@ way*
Ithiriel: *takes her hand back* It was time for them to come out,anyway, it is not as if I am doing anything particularly wrong...
Maglor: *high pitched noise of distress since...well...even stitching coming out is not pretty*
Ithiriel: *hides her hand*
Maglor: *pulls on his hair with one hand* Couldn't you...leave it, until tomorrow...when...healer...other healer, not you...could take them out?
Ithiriel: *places her other hand on his shoulder, to calm him down* I AM a healer, I know how to take care of it myself...
Maglor: Artanis did not finish...teaching you? *TRIES TO SMILE, really does, but even that is faltering at best*
Ithiriel: ... I have been a trained healer for years, Maglor, it was only that one part, that I needed the Lady's training for, and ..... no one was available, they were starting to itch..... *wrinkles her brow*
Ithiriel: *runs her hand up into his hair, to smooth it after he pulled on it*
Maglor: *is like >.o*
Maglor: *takes deep breaths, tries to calm self* Yes, you're right, you were a healer before...its silly of me...to worry...since...YOU KEEP RIPPING OUT YOUR OWN STITCHES?!
Maglor: Ithiriel! ;_;
Maglor: You could have asked me to help, instead of hiding it!
Ithiriel: ...... ANOTHER HEALER would have been doing this exact thing FOR me.... ><
Ithiriel: .... I did not want you to have to watch, you went all pale the last time that you had to watch, so....
Maglor: You were hiding it, like you did the last time...and what am I to think, after you were so upset before and...
Ithiriel: I only hid it because I thought it would upset you... >.>;
Maglor: *flails, well, one-armed flail, kind of flappy and odd looking, but flailed conscienciously so his arm wasn't aimed anywhere near her* ...stophidingthings.
Maglor: *takes his book back into other room in Noldor-type indignity fit*
Maglor: *except less pissy and more twitchy*
Ithiriel: *watches him storm off ..... frowns*
Maglor: *sits down in non-wobbly chair, opens book, puts chin in hands and tries to concentrate on it, but...is just staring and not reading*
Ithiriel: *eyedarts, walks into the other room, puts her hand on his shoulder* I am not used to .... sharing things like this, with other people. I am sorry. I will .... try and be better.
Maglor: *and has plomped his elbow down on still-drying ink of stuff he was writing so now has nice ink stain on second new robe he got, but...isn't noticing that either*
Maglor: *siiiiigh* I'm sorry. You're right, you would know what to do with stitches...I should not worry.
Ithiriel: What made you worry, was that I was hiding it. *softly* *kisses at his ear*
Maglor: *sighs softly and relaxes a smidge* No, you're probably right. I should not have yelled just because I was worried, that was...very wrong of me.
Ithiriel: And I should not have hid it, I could just as easily have shared with you what I was doing. *nods her head, kisses his ear again* I did not mean to anger you.
Maglor: I was not angry. -_- *is blushing now though, especially his ears* Only worried.
Cat: *nuzzles Maglor's leg*
Maglor: *blinkblinks*
Maglor: ...what is rubbing against my leg... *can't see through desk, hopes its not some child with a sausagestick about to poke him in the shins and demand a song*
Maglor: *is frozen in place like o.0*
Ithiriel: It is a cat. *chuckles softly* It will not harm you.
Cat: *mwar*
Cat: *kneeds claws on his leg*
Maglor: *leans to one side to look down at it* ...who let a cat in here and...ow ow ow ow!
Ithiriel: *glares at the cat for proving her wrong*
Ithiriel: Or perhaps it WILL. *shoos the cat out*
Maglor: ...nice...kitty... *is wince-smiling and tries to nudge it away with his other foot*
Maglor: ...I'm sure it was just trying to be...friendly... *is like ow-eyetwitchy still*
Cat: *parades with tail up!*
Butthole: Hi!
Ithiriel: *looks at the cat* *mindfully* We did not need to see that.
Maglor: ...no, we do not. >.o;
Maglor: *stands up and tries to pick the cat up* Let me show you a great big place known as 'outside'... *weak laugh*
Ithiriel: *laughs a bit*
Maglor: *finally picks up the cat and says in a soothing voice* Its really very interesting, you'll love it there...lets go see it right now.
Cat: *CLAWS!*
Ithiriel: *winces and comes to the rescue, taking the cat from Maglor* Bad kitty!
Cat: *CLAWS HER TOO!*
Maglor: *in mid-wince and says 'oooow' but it comes out silently*
Maglor: *gets sudden GLARE, like FEANOR!GLARE*
Maglor: *lunges at cat!*
Cat: *MRWARR!**LEAPS!**LANDS ON MAGLORS HEAD AND CLINGS!*
Ithiriel: *hisses a bit, then GLARES at the cat* You get off him!
Maglor: *arms go flail, tries to grab hold of it, runs for nearest window and opens it, then leans out and tries to bat both hands at the cat to get it off*
Cat: *RRRRRRRRR!!!**is dislodged!!**lands in barrel of water**IS PISSED!**TRIES TO CLIMB BACK UP TO WINDOW AND ATTACK!*
Ithiriel: *calmly walks over to the cat, and grabs it by the scruff*
Maglor: Beast of Morgoth! >.<
Ithiriel: Shut the window, meleth, quickly.
Maglor: *does!* *then grabs hold of scratched forehead* >.o Are you all right?
Ithiriel: *shows off a few scratch welts on her arm* I am fine. It always hurts worse than it actually is. *looks at his forehead* I should put some antiseptic on that...
Ithiriel: Mainly, because it numbs as well, and will slow the bleeding.
Maglor: *sighs and nods* It isn't all that bad, just...stings. >.<
Ithiriel: *heads back into the bedroom and grabs up some salve, comes back out, sits him down, and starts applying it, gently*
Maglor: *is quiet and looking at her while trying to stay still, then admits in a soft voice* I do not think I like cats.
Maglor: Lets not ever have a cat.
Ithiriel: That was an incredibly mis-behaved cat. Some are really not bad, at all. *calmly*
Maglor: I do not like that it clawed onto you. -_-
Maglor: That was a fell beast from Angband.
Ithiriel: You came very valiantly to my aid. *kisses him on the forehead, where he isn't scratched*
Maglor: *...smiles at that* Here, show me where you were scratched at, and I will put some salve on it.
Ithiriel: *holds her arm out*
Maglor: *looks at her arm, then rubs some of the salve over the scratches with a fingertip* ...I think we should be happy that we don't have any elflings yet, they might have lost an eye to that hairy little beast.
Ithiriel: *watches his face while he works* I think I must agree, though I have to warn you that our horror tales while not stop one or many of our elflings from wanting a pet cat someday.
Maglor: I'd rather try to catch a flock of birds for them to have, instead. Even that would be less bothersome.
Maglor: *finishes applying the salve and...blows on the scratches a little, like his mother used to when he was pushed down the front steps and skinned his knees along the way...yay for having too many brothers*
Maglor: *well, not pushed, per se, it was more like...trip-wired*
Ithiriel: *smiles at him, adoringly* You are going to be a good father, meleth.
Maglor: ... *smiles a little, then shakes his head* That probably doesn't even help.
Ithiriel: It helps. *smile widens*
Ithiriel: *bends down, and places another kiss on his forehead*
Maglor: *is going to get blushy all over again* *just...goes ahead and blushes, but is still smiling*
Ithiriel: *kisses him one more time, then straightens up and smiles at him* Back to work, for you, then?
Maglor: ...yes, I think so...
Ithiriel: *nods her head* Well ... I will just get back to work as well. *smiles*
Maglor: *is staring, while blush-smiling*
Maglor: ...yes, I think...we should...probably...work is good?
Ithiriel: *runs her hand through his hair, then heads back into the bedroom to ... well... rip her stitches out*
Maglor: ... *watches her, then...yes, back to play adapting!* *keeps self occupied!*
Ithiriel: *thinks that's wise, yes, so that he doesn't watch her anymore*
Maglor: *siiiiiiiighs in that "I'm not paying attention to what I'm supposed to be working on" sort of way*
Ithiriel: *is almost done, if that helps?*
Maglor: *oh, that's good?*
Ithiriel: *in fact, finishes, cleans up, and flexes her fingers* *is doing a bit better!*
Maglor: *is still sort of, not paying attention to...books open in front of him*
Ithiriel: *was apparently working right there, looks up at him* ..... meleth?
Maglor: *has that far-off look in his eyes* *breaths in and lets out a soft, questioning* ...hmmmmm?
Ithiriel: *tilts her head* Where do you go, when you get like that?
Maglor: *says in a soft voice and focuses a wee bit more* ...oh...here and there...old memories, of Aman, certain music I've heard before, things that haven't been written down yet...the sea...and you.
Ithiriel: *smiles, softly* You must hear its call, constantly...
Ithiriel: But at least you get to listen, someday, and when that day comes we will go together. *nods her head*
Maglor: ...no, I do and I don't. *looks at her finally* I thought, for the longest time that it may call to me, but I could not cross it.
Maglor: One gets used to that. I could spend a very long time here, if need be. There is no rush.
Ithiriel: *nods her head a bit* But I think you will not.
Maglor: It is both a pain and a pleasure to be here, though. I did not take enough time to...really look at what the mortal men were...capable of doing, before. We were busy with our own concerns.
Ithiriel: I know you wish to see some of that, and I know part of the reason you wish to stay so long is because of me.
Maglor: I missed much, and that was my own doing. I wish to stay...with you...yes...and to...watch and perhaps help, if need be.
Ithiriel: *nods* *smiles at him* Someday, I think I would like you to share some of those memories with me. If it is not too painful.
Maglor: ...which memories do you want to know about, in particular...
Ithiriel: *tilts her head, regards him* Any of them?
Maglor: ...yes, someday, I will. But if I am thinking of Aman, then...I would rather you were there, with me, to see it. And that it is just as I remember it being.
Ithiriel: I will be there, to see it, I am just wondering if you would rather see it sooner, than later.
Maglor: No, I think I like it here now, too...I also think on bits of songs my mother used to sing, other than that...and... *sighs a little* ...
Maglor: ...I am not alone here.
Ithiriel: I know you are not. *nods her head* *looks around, then finds his harp and hands it to him* Sing to me?
Maglor: Now?
Maglor: *takes the harp, but doesn't start playing it, instead is looking at her*
Ithiriel: *pulls up a chair* Please?
Maglor: *plays a little, but is watching her more than he's thinking of lyrics, and the playing...is not morbid, or jaunty, but sweetly beautiful*
Ithiriel: *listens to him play, with her eyes closed, and the sweetest, most adoring expression on her face*
Maglor: ... *forgets to keep playing since...well...is watching her, instead*
Ithiriel: *rouses, like a cat does when someone stops scritching it, and opens her eyes*
Maglor: *staring with adoring expression of his own, at her*
Ithiriel: *smiles at him* That is the most gorgeous thing I have ever heard you play.
Maglor: ...I was staring at you and forgot to sing...it was...part of...whatever it is that I hear in my head, that will someday be played on many instruments, for you.
Maglor: I meant it to be what my mother sang, one of those songs, at least...that did not happen.
Ithiriel: *softly* That is alright .. this song is very beautiful, and I cannot wait to hear it with all the instruments you have in mind.
Ithiriel: I almost feel like I do not deserve it. *ducks her head, blushes a bit*
Maglor: ...we will need.... *blushes also and eyedarts*...to get started on the musicians, at some point...
Ithiriel: Yes, we will.... *blushes a bit more*
Maglor: *ears turn a nice bright shade of red* ...yes, we...should...or Feanor is going to become...very impatient...
Maglor: *right! will blame it on Ada!*
Ithiriel: I should be up for it, soon. *looking at her hands, yes, her hands are very interesting!*
Maglor: *looks at her hands also! they're very very interesting to him, also!*
Maglor: *gently asks, without sounding like he's pressuring her, one bit* ...how soon, do you think...you might be ready for...things.
Ithiriel: I have not been weary in a week. .... all of the sleep has helped.... another few days, I think... though I would .... probably ask the Lady first.
Ithiriel: She seems to have a way of checking. *shrugs her shoulders*
Maglor: ...can you do that, without...Artanis noticing that we are...trying to...do...things.
Maglor: *yes, 'things'*
Ithiriel: ..... nay, I cannot... as She will know, whether I pretend it is for something else... or not...
Maglor: ...oh.
Ithiriel: ... I think she knows everything, sometimes...
Maglor: *looks like he's thinking it over* ...how about...another week, before...we...try to do... *sighs out the word 'things' under his breath*
Ithiriel: .... another week... yes...
Maglor: ...yes...another week...
Ithiriel: *nodnods* *still looking at her hands like they're absolutely fascinating*
Maglor: If other things had gone as planned, I was ready to, when I came back from slaying that fire witch? For what it is worth.
Ithiriel: .... I am sorry, then, that I was not ready, when you were..?
Maglor: *sets the harp aside* I was not read to, either, for I was burned, and then Caranthir and I had that disagreement, and you were very worn out....
Maglor: It was poor timing on all our parts. But I wanted to.
Ithiriel: *nods her head again* I was ... worried a bit, about that, so I am ... very glad that you told me this.
Maglor: ...I'm worried about...doing things...the first time. >.>
Maglor: It will probably be terrible, I think...or I hope not! I meant.
Maglor: *fidgets*
Maglor: *fingers are toying with gloves while is looking around the room like it is a museum full of REALLY OLD ANTIQUEY THINGS*
Ithiriel: It will be awkward, and terrible, at least until the bonding happens, and then it will be more joy than ... I am worried you will be able to stand.
Ithiriel: There is a point where instinct takes over. *smiles at him* Even you have instincts.
Maglor: ...if I do, they are not much like...anyone else's...I think the passing of years have made me more...not subtle, but...warily...subdued...yet nervous and...
Maglor: *this room and all its contents should be OPEN TO THE PUBLIC for STARING AT*
Ithiriel: ... I know, that you are .... very high strung, from all your years of wandering, and everything you have done, perhaps even before then, you were.
Ithiriel: But you do get to a point with me, where you let yourself relax to a point where that stops.
Maglor: *sighs and finally looks at her* I was always...very uncoordinated. Unless it came to music or writing, and I was not that bad with a sword, really...
Ithiriel: You said it took quite a few tries, but you did eventually make a gorgeous harp.
Maglor: Yes, quite a few. I still...bump into things, and drop things, and fumble with things...
Ithiriel: You are just as stubborn as any of us. *reaches out, takes his hand* When you decide you are going to do a thing, really decide it, you do not turn away.
Ithiriel: Set yourself to being good at this, then, and we will not stop practicing until you are confident. *smirks at him
Maglor: Well no, but... *slips into quenya after taking hold of her hand and smiles more* ...my mother always said, I was a wonderful musician, but without an instruments in my hands...I am an accident waiting to happen.
Ithiriel: *squeezes his hand, so that he doesn't twitch-pull away when she says this, and drops into very quiet Quenya* Then I will be your instrument, and you will learn to play me.
Maglor: ...... o.O
Maglor: *is blinky*
Maglor: *says in light and airy sort of way* ...I think that really is rather different sort of 'playing', Ithiriel... *weakly laughs*
Ithiriel: You will understand when we do this .... I even make noises like one.
Maglor: *BLINKS AT HER* O.o
Ithiriel: And you do have very strong hands, from playing, and a musician's tongue, as well. *chuckles*
Gladharil: *just listened in,heard that, blushed, took off XD*
Maglor: *is turning crimson now*
Ithiriel: Even YOU can be played like an instrument. *teasingly, though is blushing as well*
Maglor: *weak laughter turns hopelessly nervous*
Ithiriel: If you trust me, I can show you what I mean. *winks at him*
Maglor: ...Itrustyou... *sounds incredibly flustered* *and looks it too*
Ithiriel: *stands, takes his hand, and tugs him out of the chair*
Maglor: *is tugged, blinks at her, wide-eyed*
Ithiriel: *leads him into the bedroom, keeping a firm grip on his hand*
Maglor: *almost almost hit the breaks* ...shouldn'twewaitthough....?
Maglor: Imeant...on...wedding...bonding....areyo
Ithiriel: Shh... this is not going to bind us. You said you trusted me.
Maglor: No,nononooo, I do...just...didn't expect it...now...as in...now-now...right now...
Ithiriel: Now-now, right now. *nods her head* I think you will be less nervous afterwards. *or more nervous* *can't decide*
Maglor: *is looking at her like MORE NERVOUS MORE NERVOUS DEFINITELY*
Ithiriel: *shuts the bedroom door, so that he can't escape as easily >.>* *caresses at his face* You will like this. Calm down. ... as much as possible.. anyway.
Maglor: I am calm...I'm very calm... *smiles? does not look, sound, or seem calm at all*
Ithiriel: *doesn't think he is, either* *nuzzles at his neck a bit, and starts getting explorey with her hands* *thinks this is harder with him wearing a robe*
Maglor: *is eyedarty, and perhaps tense in those "If I were a twig on a tree, and someone tried to bend me, I'd snap" sort of ways*
Maglor: *does not need to get drunk! >.<*
Ithiriel: *thinks this is okay, finds what she's looking for, and starts caressing with her hands >.>*
Ithiriel: *or ... well... one of them, anyway*
Ithiriel: *the other one's on his shoulder, nice and safe*
Maglor: *..........* *.......well, is breathy and blinky*
Maglor: *might have relaxed a little bit, a smidge, a itsy bitsy bit...*
Ithiriel: *keeps at it, while still nuzzling at his neck, and trying to figure out how to navigate elf robe issue.... is going to have to either strip him or pull it up*
Maglor: *either is really enjoying himself, or is on the verge of hyperventilating with a whole lot of 'that's good' then 'wait, I thought I wanted to wait' and a whole lot of surprised blinkiness at her*
Maglor: *whimper...smiles?*
Maglor: *.........* *almost giggled, is NOT A GIRL* *and it was a hyperventilation giggle anyway so it doesn't COUNT*
Ithiriel: *slows down just a bit, and starts gently walking him to the bed* *because he's going to need to sit on it, she thinks* *in fact, makes him sit down*
Maglor: *is trying NOT to be tense though? really? is TRYING*
Maglor: *ohnonotthebedohEruohUmloohNamo ....*
Maglor: *tries to...squiggle to one side, then the other, is eyedarty and breathing heavily but is like SMILE?*
Ithiriel: *is just having him sit on it* *nothing else!* *kneels in front of him, and starts working her hand up his robe* Shh.. you trust me, remember?
Maglor: ...ye-yes? I think so?
Maglor: Only...not?
Maglor: *winces*
Maglor: It feels good, yes, very much but....I think now-now is not...the right now...now...and...
Ithiriel: *slooowly works her hands up his leg* Just sit still and let me do this. I promise you will not regret it. *nods*
Maglor: ............. *makes very high pitched noise that likely only dogs can hear...dogs...and perhaps certain kinds of fish*
Cat: *is outside**FLEES*
Ithiriel: *finally gets her hand allll the way up there, caresses some more!* *thinks some parts of Maglor? Are enjoying this much more than other parts*
Maglor: x_@ ...Ithiriel... *ok, fine, is hyperventilating now, in minipanic attack* ...Iloveyou...Ido,but....
Maglor: *kisses! then is like...waverying swoony twitchy breathy fallsoversideways onto the bed in mini-fainting fit*
Ithiriel: *removes her hand, smacks at her face with it*
Maglor: *has profound look of x_x*
Ithiriel: *wonders if she should wake him up >.>*
Maglor: *lays there, quite helpfully like x_x*
Ithiriel: *has mental discussion in her head on whether or not waking him up with her tongue places would be rape*
Ithiriel: *figures she DID have his consent before he passed out... >.>*
Ithiriel: *eyedarts* *sighs* *really, really, wanted to do this, too*
Maglor: *would apologize profusely if not for the x_x, somehow still looks faintly blushy while being x_x too*
Ithiriel: *wonders if he isn't secretly gay* *seriously*
Maglor: *would be even more x_x at that, if he could be* *but that's not possible*
Ithiriel: *pulls his feet up onto the bed, sighs, and goes for a walk*
Maglor: *x_x is going to kick his own ass for passing out*
Ithiriel: *very long walk* *down to the Anduin, in fact*
Maglor: *gets slightly less x_x*
Ithiriel: *throws herself in* *needs COLD BATH*
Maglor: *decides to stay all x_x so he doesn't have to go to brothel to get advice like his mun is screaming at him to do*
Ithiriel: *is going for nice, long swim in slightly fast moving Anduin which will probably throw her downstream a ways XD*
Maglor: *would be like >.< at both himself and her if he knew where she was*
Ithiriel: *doing stupid things, for at least an age <3*
Maglor: *mentally sighs like fiiiiiine, if she wants to do stupid things(tm) can do stupid things(tm) too >.<*
Ithiriel: *fiiine doesn't throw herself in the Anduin* *DOES throw herself in a fountain*
Maglor: *SIGHS* *in his head, is SIGHING* *massively*
Ithiriel: *to cool off!*
Maglor: *perhaps...needs...help, yes, perhaps does, wakes up, finally, and realizes that, much to his MORTIFICATION that he went swoon!and!fallsover!*
white tree: *has no elf in it's fountain, phew!*
Ithiriel: *that's because elf got dragged out of fountain immediately by fountain guards*
Maglor: *leaves extremely apologetic note saying he will be back soon, and will be READY when he gets back, and will NOT pass out, then...departs before his mun strangles him*
Fountain Guards: *gave stupid disrespectful elf? A very very unhappy look*
Ithiriel: *goes back to room, soaking wet, and misses Maglor, but does get note?*
Maglor: *good, good, goes to get...advice, then, from...business partner who seems to also know about certain things....*
Ithiriel: *ponders asking Feanor if Maglor's gay*