She thought I was gay.
Who: Caranthir, Maglor, Feanor, Avarian (briefly), Ithiriel What: uh... some confusingness, and then Feanor and Maglor pester Caranthir! When: Pretty much, at some point After the bonding.
---- meanwhile, after the fact, back at the theatre ---
Caranthir: About time.
Maglor: *drunkenly* She thought I was gay.
Caranthir: you aren't?
Maglor: NO! That was Maedhros. I just have girl-like qualities. ^^
Caranthir: So you ARE gay. You're a lesbian.
Maglor: No, I'm not, I meant my ARTISTIC TEMPERMENT, you ASS. *is drunk, can say that now, kthanx*
Avarian: *dances past Caranthir*
Caranthir: *impres---looks at Avarian*
Maglor: *the happy, it did not kill him, either*
Caranthir: *is too*
Feanor: Grandchildren?
Ithi: *is pretty sure that she? does not have bun in oven*
Maglor: *nodnods, and then says the word "paaaaaatience!" in a happy little drunken sing-song sort of way*
Feanor: damn it. ><
Feanor: If I wait on kids from Caranthir and the Elf he bought we'll be waiting forever.
Feanor: I would rather have daughters like Ithiriel and the elf Caranthir bought >.>
Caranthir: I DID NOT BUY AN ELF!
Feanor: And she says, that if you DID, you would not know what to DO with it. *laughs*
Caranthir: I know damn well what to do with it >.,
Maglor: Caranthir bought an eeeeelf. *singing in background*
Caranthir: Did not >.<
Feanor: She cannot make my rocks work. *sad*
Maglor: Caranthiiiiir bought a sheee-eeelf.
Caranthir: Feanor, most cannot make your rocks work.
Maglor: Like she was furniture that was supposed to be included with the theatre. ^^
Feanor: Someone needs to LEARN.
Caranthir: .........
Maglor: ^^
Caranthir: >.<
Maglor: *massively: * ^^
Feanor: .... yes I found that interesting, too. I have yet to see her dance, but she SINGS beautifully.
Maglor: *profoundly* ^^
Caranthir: ...yes she does.
Feanor: I want to buy her from you, Caranthir.
Maglor: *makes a OOO that's INTERESTING face at Caranthir* *watches to see what reaction is!*
Maglor: *asks in totally nonchallant way* Can I buy her from you later, father?
Feanor: You certainly may. *nods*
Maglor: *smiles, beautifically*
Caranthir: Nay!
Maglor: Why not?
Feanor: Aye, why not?
Caranthir: SHE IS NOT FOR SALE >.<
Feanor: I thought she pissed you off?
Maglor: AND...YOU had her included as part of the 'deal' to obtain this theatre. You had better hope that this venture does not ruin us all, or...you might have to 'return' her.
Feanor: If she pisses you off so much, let me have her. *grins*
Caranthir: *twitches* We have her as an EMPLOYEE
Maglor: *smiles* I think that's a wonderful idea. Feanor can out-piss-anyone-off.
Maglor: *ignoring employee bit, lalalaa*
Feanor: I can absolutely out-piss-anyone-off. So you should let me have the Elf.
Maglor: Yes, Caranthir, you should do that. *nods*
Caranthir: YOU CANNOT HAVE LOMIEL >.<
Maglor:*blinkus*
Feanor: *blinkblinks*
Maglor: *sighs* Why don't you just wed her, then. Its obvious and we won't have to tease YOU every single DAY until you do so.
CAranthir: I am not going to WED HER!
Maglor: ...why not?
Maglor: *now has look of :/ aimed at brother* *is also pondery*
Feanor: *shrugs* If she is causing you this much trouble, I think you should take her back.
Maglor: Yes, yes...perhaps you should. :/
Caranthir: *TEARS AT HAIR*
Caranthir: You two are infuriating!
Maglor: ...or wed her, or else I will refuse to give you nieces.
Maglor: *SMILES* *'sweetly'*
Caranthir: ..What?!
Caranthir: that is preposterous!
Maglor: You heard me.
Caranthir: What if your wife wants children?
Ithiriel: I would not mind a sister in law, either. >.>
Maglor: I think that Ithiriel and I would not like to be rushed, and could just as well spend a good hundred years or so, enjoying eachother's company, too. *smiles at Ithiriel, then winks discreetly*
Caranthir: *TWITCH*
Ithiriel: *nods in agreement* There is no rush.
Maglor: Exactly. *takes hold of her hand* No rush. *smiiiiles at Caranthir*
Caranthir: Then I will not have nieces.
Maglor: *sighs* No, you will not. If we ever wanted any, someday, a hundred years from now...I will have to blame our not doing that, on you.
Caranthir: >.<
Maglor: Alas, doomed to be childless. I am sorry, meleth. *sighs while looking at Ithiriel* If you must weep, look at my brother while you do so, for it is all his fault.
Caranthir: I do not wish to be forced into marriage >___<
Ithiriel: I cannot cry, for I fear I shall drown him in tears. *mock look of WOE*
Maglor: *sighs, and then gives Caranthir the patented look of Maglor!WOE*
Caranthir: *stares at them*
Avarian: *walks in, looks at all this* *arches a brow* *thinks t his family? is INSANE* *walks out*
Maglor: And my tears would join yours, so that we might cry an entire ocean's worth, out of the empty house that we will be dwelling in.
Maglor: *look of kicked puppy sitting woefully in mucky mud puddle*
Caranthir: THEN LET THERE BE AN EMPTY HOUSE >.<
Maglor: Yes, there shall be. For you are stubborn...and blind...come, my poor childless wife, join your childless husband as we go weep together, for lack of ever having children.
Ithiriel: *sniffles* I will be the last of my family, and we will never hear the song maglor wrote for me, for all of the musicians, sadly, will never be...
Caranthir: *resents >.<*
Maglor: *hugs her like he's consoling her, then leads her out!* *waits, waits* ... *sighs* ...he deserves that as well for asking me every day if I'd either wedded you or where his nieces were.
Feanor: Agreed. *nods, witnessing this, and looks quite aggrieved himself*
Feanor: *in fact, helps Maglor lead Ithiriel off*
Maglor: *and its no WONDER he felt pressurized, is it?*
Maglor: *back pats Ithiriel like 'aww'*
Caranthir: *twitch*
Maglor: *says to Feanor* You were far worse, though.
Maglor: And I think my wife picked up some of my ability to act woeful, when we bonded.
Caranthir: *decides to go find the source of all his problems*
Ithiriel: *beams a smile*
Maglor: *smiles! back at her!* *then will have to...excuse himself from father, since...wants to skitter back to citadel with the wife for more practice! of a...sexy sort >.>*