lordoflorien (lordoflorien) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-07-10 20:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | celeborn, ithiriel |
Who: Ithi and Celeborn
What: Ithi gets some advice on how to deal with woeful thoughts from a woeful hubbie.
Where: Citadel
when: just before the previous log XD
Ithiriel: *goes knocking on Celeborn's door after spending a morning ready to tear her own hair out*
Celeborn: *answers after a moment*
Ithiriel: *looks at him* Is there some way to turn this OFF!?
Celeborn: *raises an eyebrow* Turn this off?
Ithiriel: *runs a hand through her hair* I have not had a peaceful thought to myself all morning.
Celeborn: Mmm, I see you are beginning to learn that marriage is anything but a cure-all, hmm?
Ithiriel: I was not so stupid as to think it would cure everything... but I thought I would at least make him happy. *sighs*
Celeborn: I think he is happy. *smiles at her* And I do not think it is you that makes him sad, nor can you be the only one to end that.
Ithiriel: He cannot be happy the way he has been writing depressing things since yesterday. *rubs at her face* I have had had to yank the thread out of my loom thrice now.
Celeborn: His family has been difficult, I take it?
Ithiriel: Caranthir has fallen for the elf Elrond is taking care of, but Maglor thinks ill of her simply for the mistake of deciding to dance in a brothel at some point in her life, and he will not listen to reason ... nor will he speak plainly with his brother as to WHY, and... something about a vision.
Ithiriel: They spoke for quite some time yesterday and it is becoming very difficult to keep my own thoughts straight.
Celeborn: ...An elf danced in a brothel..?
Ithiriel: And Maglor stole a Silmaril from the Valar themselves, and I tortured an Orc to death. *shrugs* If we were all to be judged on one moment of our life, we would be miserable.
Celeborn: *sighs**will inquire into that further, later* Not every one can get along, even the elves. I've many arguments with Thranduil.
Ithiriel: It will become a mess before it straightens itself out. *sighs* If he married her I at least would welcome my new sister with open arms. Which may be all the comfort she gets from this family, at this rate. .... In any case
Celeborn: If you are all lucky, they merely got off on the wrong foot.
Ithiriel: I have no idea. It is mainly an issue with the brothel dancing, from what I understand, so it is hard for him to hold any higher opinion of her.
Ithiriel: But I would be most appreciative if you could teach me a way to ... make his thoughts a bit less loud.
Celeborn: *nods his head* It is..difficult to wrap one's head about, I think.
Celeborn: As for your thoughts, that merely takes a bit of practice. The first step is to clear your own mind.
Ithiriel: *closes her eyes and concentrates, right there at his door, because this? Is an EMERGENCY*
Celeborn: Once you've cleared your thoughts..visualize a door, and close it.
Ithiriel: *spends quite a few moments trying to clear her won thoughts, then tries to visualize a door. A nice, big open door, that for some reason appears to her to be decorated with a harp. Like it's the special Maglor door or something*
Celeborn: *watches patiently*
Celeborn: *puts a hand on her shouldeR* Be firm. Know that just because you close him out, does not mean he will always be closed out, or that you do not love him.
Ithiriel: *nods her head, softly, works that vision of the door back into her mind, and then firmly shuts the door, almost making a hand gesture while doing it, though she knows it's not necessary* *smiles in relief*
Celeborn: How does that feel?
Ithiriel: Much better.
Celeborn: *smiles* Now you can think more clearly. And sometimes it is easier to deal with your spouse, when you are not party to every thing he is feeling.
Ithiriel: I believe that to be true. It was easier to cheer him up before we were married. *chuckles*
Celeborn: *laughs* It will grow easy again, as you grow used to the changes.
Celeborn: eventually, I think, you will both be able to leave your doors open, without your thoughts leaking out.
Ithiriel: I think that may be easier for him, than for me.
Celeborn: Do you really think so?
Ithiriel: I may be his match in many ways, but of the two of us, he is much the stronger. *smiles*
Celeborn: *winks at her* In some ways, you are stronger. And in others, he is. Thus, the balance.
Ithiriel: *ponders that* ... is there always to be that balance, in unions?
Celeborn: Not always. But over time, yes.
Ithiriel: *tilts her head* If someone had a wound tainted with fell poisons. And they left it for a long time. Would that change the person?
Celeborn: Slowly, and over time, it would. *nods his head*
Celeborn: It depends, how long, and how tainted.
Ithiriel: *isn't sure how familiar he is with Avarian's situation*
Celeborn: Too long, and too tainted, and it will kill.
Ithiriel: *holds up her hands* 5 wounds, some of them about this wide. *shows him* From Angband.
Celeborn: *winces* That would kill most.
Celeborn: But..surviving it. Shows great strength of will, and some luck. That would change a person, I think. Deeply.
Ithiriel: I am wondering what she will become when she is cleansed.
Celeborn: Not who she was before, I think, not entirely.
Ithiriel: Perhaps someone Maglor will more appreciate, though. And one who will balance Caranthir. *ponders this*
Celeborn: *raises an eyebrow*
Celeborn: Do not rely wholly on that. As I said before, not everyone gets along.
Celeborn: But she should have a lighter soul, after.
Ithiriel: I do not expect this family to get along. They are too far alike, Maglor, Caranthir, and Feanor, in some ways. *smiles* I merely wish there to be enough of an agreement to disagree, that he stop disapproving so heavily. ... If that is even possible.
Celeborn: Perhaps you are talking to the wrong elf. *winks*
Ithiriel: ... I really only came over here for the tips with his thoughts. Then I got curious.
Celeborn: *nods his head* Try to see it from his point of view, as well.
Ithiriel: *nods her head*
Celeborn: That is one of the keys to a good marriage, but it must be mutual.
Ithiriel: We shall see. *smiles a bit, and nods* Thank you, for the advice.
Celeborn: Any time, Ithiriel. *smiles at her**rather likes her presence, in a fatherly way*
Celeborn: *even hugs her!*
Ithiriel: *hugs him, warmly* *agrees that he has a somewhat fatherly presence, really doesn't mind that*
Celeborn: *lets go, and smooths out her hair* Stop worrying, over every little thing. You will never have any peace.
Ithiriel: *smiles* Yes, ada. *teasingly* I think I will go string up my loom again.
Celeborn: *smiles* Perhaps make something for him, hmm?
Ithiriel: I made him a silver-blue mantle, with a harp pin. As a wedding gift.
Ithiriel: Now I am working on cloth for a robe.
Celeborn: *smiles* He is rather fond of robes.
Ithiriel: *smiles, adoringly* Yes, he is.
Celeborn: *ushers her out* Get to work!
Ithiriel: *gets to work, with a laugh*