Forgotten harper, singer doomed. (gold_cleaver) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-07-03 14:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | ithiriel, maglor, zhi |
Who: Maglor, Ithiriel, Zhibal, Dee, and its so not in that order, either. Pah!
What: Maglor seeks out advice from the sex artiste, is given wine that can knock a Mirkwood Elf on their arse, then (bonding)smut: *happens*. After much awkwardness and hinting of someone hiding in closet-spaces. :D
When: After the faintingness. <3
Notes/Warnings: The "(bonding)smut: *happens*" is just that, verbatim, utterly glossed over unless drunk!elves!kissing! is uncomfy...anyway, no one can squick over it. Ker~yeahs. <3
Maglor: *decided to go ask 'business partner' about her...'business'...since is...well...a panic attack waiting to happen and can NOT ask either Feanor or Caranthir due to not wanting to be mocked relentlessly >.>* *so...walks down to the Jun brothel and...stands there looking twitchy until he can catch sight of the 'business manager of the establishment'*
Dee: *latches onto him**wearing a dress that..well, how her breasts don't fall out of it, we'll never, ever know* HI! *grins* Here to talk to the boss or looking for some fun. Oh oh when are auditions? I can't wait ^_^
Dee; *snuggles his arm**with those breasts*
Maglor: .... *scrunches his eyes shut and mutters some sort of prayer to the valar for mercy, while leaning away and trying to get arm away from...someone else's breasts because those breasts do not belong to Ithiriel and he'd rather have Ithiriel's breasts smushed against his arm but...can't seem to do ANYTHING without looking like he's about to start spazzing* .... *whimpers, PRIES arm loose, then hugs himself while trying to make it look like his arms are crossed, as well as switches to westron as well* ...auditions will be the last week of this month, and I am...very much looking forward to seeing how many actors and actresses show up...but...I need to...rather...I'd like to, if possible...perhaps, maybe...speak to the owner of this...very...nice...place....please?
Maglor: *finishes all that with a look of x_@*
Dee: *nods!**bounces away*
Maglor: *decides its better to hide in a corner and study the walls*
Zhibal: *arrives a few moments later, sweeping in elegantly, and smiling at him* Ah! My dear friend. How may I help you?
Maglor: *nearly flailed, but caught self and looks...well...one notch less nervous and twitchy at least* ...hello, I'm sorry, this isn't business related but...I have...incredibly uncomfortable things to talk about, even if this place is the sort of place where...those sort of uncomfortable things for me, happens to others. *voice rises up in pitch* ...help?
Zhibal: *tilts her head**smiles**offers her arm* If you would walk with me?
Maglor: *eyes her arm like its...a tentacle or something that's capable of clawing him*
Zhibal: *waits patiently*
Maglor: .... *slowly...links arm...with hers...then...waits like he isn't sure if she starts walking first or he does...and is meanwhile trying to keep his arm from touching her arm too much so its like...watching to magnetically oppossed hula hoops*
Zhibal: *starts walking, and guides him way back to her private chambers*
Zhibal: *is kind, avoids going past the rooms with sexual things going on*
Maglor: *oh thank you?* *would have let go of her arm and ran out of there sooo fast*
Zhibal: *offers him a seat, and some calming tea, with sneaky wine in it. <3*
Maglor: ... *sits down, takes tea, sniffs it and then gives her a look like 'what did you add to this?'*
Maglor: *wrinkles nose, thinks it doesn't smell anything like Ithiriel's teas, and how sneaky is alcohol when it its tea, come now, really!* *takes a sip though, figures might need it to calm his nerves*
Zhibal: Dorwinion wine. Just a small drop.
Maglor: ... *nods*
Zhibal: *crosses her legs, which are..rather splendid looking, for a mortal, and leans back* You are curious about sex? You've a lady, I know. *smiles*
Maglor: *is.not.noticing.her.legs e.e ...but his look does immediately change to a o.O and then a >.> before he nods again and takes another sip of the tea* ...yes, she said she has been here, before, to practice the Easterling language...so I am certain you know of her.
Maglor: ...but....
Maglor: ...well...we are to be...wed to one another...and I'm afraid that....well, perhaps not afraid... *pauses then shakes his head* ...no, I suppose I am that, or worried also...yes...
Zhibal: *waves a hand casually* You are worried you will not perform? *tilts her head* You are a nervous sort. That does not help, I wager.
Maglor: ... *slaps a hand over his eyes and shakes his head*
Maglor: Yes...and no...
Zhibal: Explain?
Maglor: Mostly yes, but...perhaps more no, I don't know! She tried to...do...things...and...I... >.o
Maglor: I FAINTED! ;_;
Zhibal: *smiles reassuringly* What did she try to do?
Maglor: *whispers* I can't say it.
Zhibal: Did she...touch you?
Maglor: Well, YES, she touched me. *is looking around the room like he's trying to find something else to stare at, and while trying to find other things to stare at, manages to make a sneaky twiddly fingers motion, then...sort of points down at his lap for about 2.5 seconds, before finding a painting that was suitable of being studied with the appropriate amount of scrutiny*
Maglor: *sips tea and stares at the painting like this is a museum tour, not...him trying to get advice from a brothel owner.*
Maglor: *finds that easterling paintings of dragons and lots of red and gold and black are actually very...sort of...well, pretty, in a dark subject matter sort of way*
Zhibal: I know the general details about elves, and what they can and cannot do without marrying. *leans forward, chin in hands to hide a slight grin* And you grew so nervous, you fainted? Do you know why you fainted? What terrifies you so, about intimacy?
Maglor; *already looks like, if there was a hole in that room, would crawl in it and...probably kill himself so he didn't have to WAIT to die at the bottom of it*
Zhibal: *gently* You've nothing to fear from me. I shall not judge.
Maglor: *sighs softly and finally looks at her again for a brief moment* ...its just...I didn't ever...bother with it...before...I mean, I feel a bit of a longing for another...elf...a long time ago, in Aman...Valinor...I meant...and, well...that got rather cut short, and so...I suppose I'm just worried about disappointing her, since I'm not the most coordinated elf. I AM, but not at things like this. That. You know, things. That, and she's been through a lot, so I don't want to tire her, either, but she insists she's well and seems ready, but every time she tries to start...things...I start to panic, like we should wait, even if she seems to think we do not need to...
Maglor: Everyone seems to want us to, and I mean, I want to, too...but...its quite a bit of pressure for something that's supposed to be PERFECT, isn't it?
Maglor: *downs all the remaining tea in one go*
Zhibal: It seems as if she may be more ready, than you. But... You are an artist, Maglor. Love-making is simply the purest form of art, there is. The art of mind, and body, and soul, shared with another. It is nothing to fear, but something to enjoy. PErhaps if you were to understand the basic mechanics, better, or *eyes him* suitable amounts of wine. The really good stuff, that the Mirkwood elves love. *laughs**laughs again!* It does not have to be perfect. It never is. Perfection, between those who love each other, happens over time. If your hearts are linked, not being perfect, will not matter at all.
Maglor: ...I would rather it be...more toward something slightly better than very much worse. And that's not a form of art that I am well-versed in. I know...what goes where...its just...I'm not precisely COMFORTABLE with...it, in general. *sighs like he's frustrated with himself* I've been alone for a very, very, very long time, and I think that's very, very, very apparent.
Zhibal: You are not comfortable with people in general, let alone being intimate. *nods her head* *wonders if she needs to call Ithiriel down here, have them strip down, and then point out the body differences**naaah*
Maglor: *would die of embarassment, instead, just nods at what she said, like he agrees with that entirely*
Maglor: I could think of no one else to ask, even if this is of a personal matter...its not something to talk to one's father or brother about...
Zhibal: What scares you the most?
Maglor: All of it? *...smiles?*
Zhibal: *laughs softly**touches his arm*
Maglor: *leaned away*
Maglor: *blinks at her like o.O*
Zhibal: *raises an eyebrow* What you need, I think, is something to keep you calm enough to not faint, whenever it is you choose to do the deed - even if it is just to fool around, as I've some ideas what she probably intended.
Maglor: ...calm, yes, would like that. *nodnods*
Maglor: I really do want to be wedded to her, too, it is not that I do not...want to...just...I am being my own worst enemy, again. -_-
Zhibal: You are an elf, of sturdy stock. Most alcohol will have precious little effect on you, and certain sleeping herbs are too strong. However. *smiles* You are in luck, for I just recieved a shipment of Dorwinion wine, of which you've had a taste, in your tea. It seems to be just right - at least for Thranduil's people. *sent a bottle to each of the Stewards, and the King, as pre and post wedding presents. Don't ask how she knows about Boromir. Has CONTACTS* The wine should relax you, a few glasses at least.
Maglor: ...and this wine works on Elves, you say...
Maglor: How many glasses should I have?
Zhibal: Well enough, yes. *looks him over* Have you ever drank before? Or been poisoned?
Maglor: *shakes his head* No, I have not.
Maglor: And I...don't really feel very relaxed...not right now....the tea was nice, though! I do not mean to offend.
Maglor: Thank you for the tea?
Zhibal: I will gift you a bottle *well, technically one of her personal bottles that's about 3/4th full, but eh!*. Try a few glasses at first, and then more if you need to. It is generally good manners to offer your lady a glass, too.
Maglor: *nods, then sighs* I will pay you for the bottle, as it does not seem fair to ask your advice and then...be given something like that, without something in return.
Zhibal: *tilts her head* I will not accept money. But if you see fit to make a gift. Say, a musical instrument or some fancy jewellry, I would not say no. *winks*
Maglor: I can not make jewelry but...an instrument, that I can do. *nods and smiles? a little*
Zhibal: Advice should not be paid for, I feel. And gifts made by hand, have a quality to them. Sincerity.
Maglor: It is not as though we do not already owe you a sizable sum of coins as it is. *sighs and then asks without being pushy* ...so we should both, me and her, drink this wine...and then what?
Zhibal: How are things coming along? There is always work, whenever I pass. *waves a hand as if 'nevermind that'* And then, perhaps disrobe, and hold each other for a time. Talk. Perhaps let hands wander while you talk. Things will usually take over from there.
Maglor: *just shrugged like he doesn't know either, right after she asked that, then blinks at her with very wide, round eyes* *looks like a deer caught in the lamplight of an on-coming carriage or...something*
Maglor: *sounds like he's being strangled while whispering* ...all right?
Zhibal: Three glasses of wine before you attempt that. *mental <.<*
Maglor: ...all...right? *nodnodnods!*
Zhibal: ...Perhaps four.
Maglor: Four, right, I will drink four glasses of this...yes...if you recommend it...
Zhibal: *stands, and comes over, putting a hand on his shoulder**kneels and looks up at him* The most important thing to remember, is not to panic. She is not going to harm you, and you are not going to harm her. Women are much stronger than men give us credit for.
Maglor: Well, no, I did not ever think...that she wasn't strong in her own way...she's more stable than I am? *nervous laugh!*
Zhibal: *believes that* *winks* Then trust in the two of you to do what is right, for the both of you. Above all, do not let others dictate the direction or speed of your relationship...yet do not deny yourself what you want, over irrational fear.
Maglor: ...so...I am not going to cause her to be weary for an entire month, afterward, then...
Zhibal: Nay, you will not. *Decides that making a joke that 'making her weary for a month would mean you did very very well' wouldn't go over well*
Maglor: All right, I can do this...I think...yes, we WILL have to do this or we will be miserable and...should I take charge or do you think I should just let her do whatever it is that she...wanted to do, before I fainted?
Zhibal: *thinks* Well, that would certainly surprise and please her, if you were to take charge, don't you think? Would she expect that?
Maglor: *voice goes high-pitched again* ...no?
Zhibal: If you feel up to it, take charge, if not, let her?
Maglor: >.> *nods* I should...should go...yes, get started on...letting her take charge of things.
Maglor: Perhaps. Now. Or... *nearly drops the teacup which has been empty in his hand the whole time* ...or...when I am more ready, I think...soon...if not now...
Maglor: *looks suddenly HORRIFIED again* Do you think I should tell her that I was here?!
Zhibal: *takes the teacup* That is up to you, as you know her better. What would she say?
Zhibal: Personally, I feel the truth is always important.
Maglor: She did not seem to think coming here to speak with you was a bad thing, before, though always thought that I was rather offended by such a place even existing which...I suppose I am, in a way, but I'm sorry for being truthful enough to say that to you?
Maglor: It is not all bad, I mean!
Zhibal: *smiles* My feelings are not hurt.
Maglor: *sighs miserably, nonetheless* I suppose I was most offended by...that elf dancing here. But that is not entirely your fault, I know, but more questioning her...choices.
Zhibal: You were not the first. But it was her choice.
Maglor: *nods* More so? She could have taken offense to being touched, and stabbed one of your patrons.
Zhibal: I think Meril, like you, and your kin, are a bit broken inside. You will heal, if you let yourself. So will she.
Maglor: *sighs and nods, and says nothing further about that particular elf, then*
Zhibal: Even if you are not yet ready to wed, there is plenty a couple can do, without crossing that boundy. Do not fret over it.
Maglor: We might be broken and shattered sorts, inside, but there is also something else that we are...and that is...impatient. As much as I am told that I am more patient than some of my kin... *eyedarts* ...I can be just as impetuous.
Maglor: Thank you, for your advice.
Zhibal: *laughs, and stands, then retrives the bottle of wine for him* Any time, Maglor.
Maglor: *takes the wine and smiles at her, then nods and...starts to head out, with intention of going to room and...drinking until he's not nervous any longer :D*
Dee: *bounces at him* ^____^ End of the month, right!!?
Maglor: *smiles at her, even as he sort of...sidesteps around the exuberence* ...end of the month, yes...I am adapting a few plays, already, to ensure things start off, with something more familiar....
Maglor: *is hugging the bottle of wine with both arms, to protect from...him dropping it, and her breasts being...too bouncy*
Breasts: *bouncing**they seem to talk, but it's really just Dee* Eeee!!! *runs off!*
Maglor: o.O; *runs out!*
Maglor: *heading back to citadel room* x_@; *nervously laughing entire way* *while hugging bottle of wine and has been instructed to drink 'four glasses' of it, but to 'be sure to offer her some.'*
Maglor: *is not going to get tanked! is supposed to...relax, let things happen, and try not to faint again x_@*
Ithiriel: *is in Citadel room, wearing blue dress he bought her, and necklace, and trying to read a book, but not getting very far*
Maglor: *ok, so runs the rest of the way, bursts into the room with the bottle of wine, closes the door, locks it, then turns around and blinks at her...holds out the wine like it is the answer to EVERYTHING!*
Ithiriel: *sets her book down, looks at him, looks at the wine, looks back at him, arches a brow*
Maglor: ...I love you? Let us drink this?
Ithiriel: ... What were you - Ah, you were planning on drinking it. What is it, exactly?
Maglor: And perhaps we will shed our clothing also at some point? It is...some sort of wine that the elves in Mirkwood are fond of. I... *blushes a little and looks at the ceiling for a long moment* ...sought out some advice from your friend who speaks Easterling, and who is...an expert in such things. She was very kind, patient, and helpful, for a mortal.
Maglor: *is being truthful at least, even if he's looking at the ceiling while talking* ...the whole thing makes me very nervous, it seems as though there is much pressure for something to be so...seemingly...perfect...and...
Ithiriel: Breathe, Maglor. *gets up, walks over to him, and takes the bottle from him before he drops it on the floor* Here, let me get some glasses, I think ... perhaps it is best if you take a seat.
Maglor: No, no, not out here. In there. *points toward the dreaded bedroom* We'll never get anywhere out here, I'll simply faint and hit my head on the floor, instead of already being on the bed...
Maglor: *is breathing! muchly! in fact, goes running for the bedroom like...if he doesn't make it in there, is going to either a.) faint immediately or b.) chicken out*
Ithiriel: *watches him run in there, still somewhat convinced that he's gay and just doesn't want to break her heart* *walks in casually after him, carrying the wine carefully so as not to drop or break it*
Maglor: *is not gay >.<*
Maglor: *is nervous!* *both family members are like PRESSURE for GRANDCHILDREN/NIECES and is like wanting to tear remaining hair out, in fact, looks ready to cast aside the robe even before he gets any wine, then thinks better of it, eyedarts, tries to stand there looking 'casual' and 'nonchallant'*
Ithiriel: *sets the wine down, and searches around for some wineglasses* This hardly seems right, though... This is wine from Mirkwood ... it is known for getting elves drunk as well as men. *frowns*
Maglor: ...why is that wrong? What is not right about it?
Maglor: *POINTS AT HER* You are being too calm about this. You think that I do not want to. *drops jaw open*
Maglor: Ithiriel! *has expression of ;_; woe*
Ithiriel: *blinks, takes out the wine glasses and sets them down before she drops them* ...
Maglor: *look of shock, horror, woe!*
Ithiriel: I am being calm because one of us has to be! And ... Anyway, I was not nervous to begin with. I love you, and I wish to marry you, and I am not afraid at all of what we are about to do. *uncorks the wine*
Ithiriel: Perhaps I merely don't understand why it is you are so very nervous.
Maglor: ...because this is a very big, very important, very huge long leap into something that I am not...that I do not have any...I am nervous, all right! I can not help it! >.<
Maglor: It is supposed to be this all encompassing thing of perfection! I am going to fumble my way stupidly through it and that makes me nervous!
Maglor: We are going to do this, right now! After....the wine, I mean.
Maglor: *folds arms in a hug-self sort of way*
Ithiriel: Who told you it would be perfect? *shakes her head, pours them each out a glass* It will not be perfect, not the physical part. The perfect part is the thing our souls do, and have known how to do, since they were created. *hands him a glass*
Maglor: ....it still makes me nervous. *takes the glass and drinks, hmms, drinks some more, then stares into the glass with much blinkiness*
Ithiriel: *takes a seat, swirls her glass, and takes a sip out of it* You certainly won't be after a few glasses of this. *chuckles, a bit ruefully, and shakes her head*
Maglor: *very blinky, raises eyebrows a little* ...no, perhaps not...and I do not know if I would need four glasses of it...its very..strong.
Maglor: *takes another sip of the wine and its a looong sip*
Ithiriel: *takes another sip at her glass, and watches him* ... we do not have to do this, if you do not wish to...
Maglor: *asks between sips* ...why wouldn't I wish to?
Ithiriel: I do not know, but you did not seem very happy about the thought yesterday evening. *points this out, after another casual sip at her glass*
Maglor: ...I was nervous, I am nervous, and I am usually nervous about a lot more things than just...this, Ithiriel. *sighs*
Ithiriel: ... you fainted... and I barely touched you. *frowns, swirls her glass* Are you certain that you ....... *has no idea how to put this...*
Maglor: ...I was nervous...and I was trying not to be... *sighs softly and asks* ...certain that I am what? *starts to polish off what remains of that glass of wine*
Ithiriel: *rubs her hand at her face* I don't know how to phrase this...
Maglor: *finishes that glass and walks over, starting to pour himself some more* ...if you want to ask me something, just ask me...
Ithiriel: ... There are some elves.. that like elves of the same type.... even if they can't help it .... *eyedarts*
Maglor: ...so you are not one of the Noldor, I fail to see how that matters...Artanis wed Celeborn and he is not, either...and several elves are part this, and part that...or... *blinks at her, stops pouring and takes another drink*
Ithiriel: Nay, that is not what I meant. *blurts* For instance, I admire the female form as well as the male one. *blinks* *eyedarts* *blushes*
Maglor: ...... *nearly drops the glass, POINTS AT HER WITH OTHER HAND!* I knew there was something odd between you and Gladharil! *2.5 seconds of pensiveness, before eyes go round and then look of woe is on apparent again* You do not need to settle on me, then, if you want to 'admire' her. *then gets look of >.<-ness*
Ithiriel: *>.<* NAY! She is quite in love with an elf of Mirkwood, I am so very in love with you that when I am not in your presence I spend my time drawing images of your face in my mind. That is NOT what I meant! ... I am wondering if YOU are that way.
Maglor: ME?!
Maglor: *shrieks in...very unmale sort of way* MEEE?!
Maglor: I am not the one admitting that I 'admire' the 'male form' AM I?! *spills some wine with arm-waggleness*
Maglor: JUST BECAUSE I AM CALLED A GIRL BY MY FAMILY, DOES NOT MEAN I ACT LIKE ONE AND CHASE AFTER MALE ELVES!
Ithiriel: *looks down at the floor, like as if it were the best piece of workmanship she's ever laid eyes upon* You can admire both, I .... .. You were so very nervous about it, that .... ..... *just falls silent*
Maglor: I didn't mean act, I know I act like one sometimes...SOMETIMES...but...I meant...act-act-ACT like one...its because of that dress, isn't it? *WOE!ness* I'm going to strangle Caranthir for holding me to that bet...
Maglor: *downs all the wine at once!*
Maglor: *that's left in the cup, that is, and pours himself another glass* I only want to admire YOU, not everyone else...but if you are going to admire 'both'...ohhh, this is not working out at all as intended.....
Ithiriel: .... I wish to marry YOU, not be with you and stare at other people while I do it. ...
Ithiriel: *has such a tight grip on her wine glass that she might just break the thing* That is not at all what .... I hoped to accomplish by admitting such a thing to you, and now I wish I had NOT!
Maglor: ...well don't YELL about it! *has to lean a hip against the table where the wine bottle is, to keep upright, and is downing the third glass of wine very quickly too*
Ithiriel: *sets the glass down on the table, walks over to him, takes his glass, too, and KISSES him, like she needs to prove a POINT here*
Maglor: *luckily was done with that glass too, and kisses her like HE is trying to prove a point that he is not - and never was - interested in 'admiring' male elves!*
Maglor: *that's the WRONG brother, its not HIM* *is fiery sparky kissing like GAH! drunken frustration!*
Ithiriel: *Fiery sparky ANGRY kissing, with a bit of lip nibbling even!*
Maglor: *excuse me? kisses her with fiery sparky angry PASSION, and a bit of lower lip sucking AND tongue for good measure! TAKE THAT*
Hands: *get fumble-rubby!*
Ithiriel: *raises both of her eyebrows like she? Is very, very pleasantly surprised!* *was not expecting that!* *PASSION is met with MORE Passion and tongue? Meet OTHER tongue, and by the way her hands? Are definitely getting rubby too*
Maglor: *is having a TONGUE DUEL, yes, they are, somewhat stubbornly it seems, and if his hands can't get her out of that dress, is going to be fumbling around even more, so...rub-fumbles his way to...dun dun DUN...the dress laces! and promptly gets fingers tangled up trying to undo them, then has to pull which only makes things worse* *still? IS NOT GIVING UP THE DUEL IN PROGRESS*
Ithiriel: *is trying very hard to WIN that tongue duel, while disentangling his fingers from her dress laces and promptly working him out of whatever clothing he's wearing, because... she didn't even have time to notice much before they decided to be naked!* *will RIP his clothes off if she has to >.>*
Maglor: *is getting robe ripped off him, but that's okay, is...well, will have to get her a new dress, since is trying to tug it up and off her, but can't stop the tongue duel to get it over her head, so is...just tug kiss dueling at same time?*
Ithiriel: *is tug kiss dueling, and might have just let him win, so that she could concentrate on getting the both of them naked at GREAT SPEED* *has absolute NEED to be naked with him, before he changes his mind or something* *starts pushing him toward the bed!*
Maglor: *oh no she isn't pushing him toward the bed, PICKS HER UP, nakedness and all, has forgotten, and takes HER to the bed!*
Maglor: *is not a girl, Erudammit!*
Ithiriel: *APPRECIATES the fact that HE? Is not a girl, especially right NOW* *So? Starts ANOTHER fiery passionate kiss dual with him while he carries her!*
Maglor: *gets to bed, or...actually, legs ran into bed so is kissing while toppling over onto it with her!* *so now its a drunken fiery passionate rolling around on bed kissing duel!*
Ithiriel: *decides that this is her favorite kind of duel, and gets all happy rubby while continuing firey passionate kiss duel*
Maglor: *could do this for hours, if...well..need wasn't feeling so urgent and wanting to convince her that he? is so not gay, is SO not gay, hello!*
(bonding) smut: *happens*
Maglor: ... *lays there with drunken sloppy grin of satisfaction and YES, happiness, on his face*
Ithiriel: *hasn't stopped giggling yet*
Maglor: *sloppy grin really IS sloppy* *snerkles*
Ithiriel: *cuddles him, giggles AGAIN* *mirrored sloppy grin*
Maglor: *sloppy grins at her* ...next time...we'll try that...without's the wiiine...
Maglor: *says in utterly sappy drunken adoring way* I loooooove you.
Ithiriel: *nods her head, then giggles again, and nuzzles at him* I love you too.
Maglor: *nuzzles right back!* ...we're maaaaarried now....and I'm not gay...and I think... *snerks!* ...I think I'm druuuuuuuunk.
Maglor: *says in drunken eureka sort of way* Maedhros liked male elves I think! We think! It doesn't matter...we're maaaaaarried.
Ithiriel: *kisses him* Yes, husband, you're drunk, and not gay, and we're definitely married. *giggles again, cuddles him*
Maglor: *lets out a drunken little yaaaaaay sounds, while huggling* I may actually...I can't recall sleeping like mortals do, but...I think I might do that. *laughs*
Ithiriel: *agrees, wholeheartedly, while curling up with him*
Maglor: ...you're not...worn out are you? *actually factually yawns, and gets blinky about that, but is warm n' fuzzy/lovey comfy right now*
Ithiriel: I'm too warm and fuzzy and happy to tell... *yawns, nuzzles at him*
Maglor: *sleepy blinks at her but has gleam o' adoration in his eyes* ...you are beautiful when you yawn...
Ithiriel: *blushes a bit, gives him this look of absolute adoration, complete with eyes that seem to have a subtle glow of their own* *yawns, again* *wraps arm around him, cradles head on chest*
Maglor: *smiles at her blushing and his own eyes are very bright, indeed* *hugs onto her and looks ready to drift off*
Ithiriel: *totally drifts off*
Maglor: *does too, eyes closed and everything, and can totally see why those elves in that Mirkwood place, like the wine so much <3*