gelgannel: (thinking)
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So while the King is out of town, Captain Ecthelion is in charge of the city. He's easy enough to work with.



Gelgannel: *looking over Lio's tasks for the day* you have an inspection of the animal sanctuary

Ecthelion: Really? Is there something amiss there?

Gelgannel: no, we do it weekly. From me to you, I think the King just enjoys playing with the animals
And it's a regular chore not to come back with a platypus or walrus )
nolfin: (satisfied)
[personal profile] nolfin
On my brother's advice, I sought out my son.
He was pleasantly sane.

Well, relatively. )


I daresay if things continue as they have been so far, that I shall be rather content here. Of course, I do not expect that to be the case at all. I feel I need more information still. Perhaps there is a library or somesuch I can seek out?

I shall also have to speak to my brother again. I have many suspicions that need confirming or denying.
forging_gold: (Default)
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Maglor: *goes to Turu's office*

Gelgannel:: Hello, sir

Maglor: Is Turu in? *mainly a rhetorical question, because it's Turgon*

Gelgannel:: shall I tell him you're here?

Maglor: Tell him to come out.

Gelgannel:: *goes to do so*

Turgon: *confused and comes out of his office* Maglor?

Maglor: Hey. Come on, I have to tell you something. Hopefully I won't regret it. )

Romance!

Oct. 18th, 2013 12:08 am
yaban: (dorky)
[personal profile] yaban
Finally my gift for Idril is off the printing press. She's getting a technical first edition!



Yaban: *has a book packaged up to give to Idril as a gift*

Idril: *taking a walk, heading for the house of history*

Yaban: *making his way to the palace, going through what to say about the book*

Idril: *sees him and grins, running up to him* hi!
Please take this object as part of a human mating ritual I am inviting you to participate in )


Aaand now I fear for my pitiful human life.

Huh

Oct. 15th, 2013 12:48 pm
turgonthewise: (neutral)
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Maglor: Turgon wanted to see me?

Gelgannel: go right on in

Maglor: *heads into Turgon's office*

Turgon: *paperwork, cup of cold coffee by his hand*

Maglor: Knock knock.

Turgon: Huh? *looks up* oh. Hi. *notes he has no children around to act as a protective shield from a real conversation*

Maglor: You asked me to come by.

Turgon: I know. I might not have been thinking
Well now )

How about that.
turgonthewise: (Drinking 2 chug chug)
[personal profile] turgonthewise

Ecthelion: *comes to see Turgon*

Turgon: *practicing his speech to Maglor about how 'sometimes things are weird but maybe they should talk about the weird thing and not mention how Turgon keeps fleeing' on Gelgannel*

Gelgannel: *drinking his coffee and trying to sound Feanorian-ish* Rargh. Unrest. Silmarils.

Turgon: This isn't helpful

Gelgannel: Uh. What do you want? Me to grab and kiss you?

Turgon: I'd have to fire myself for harassment

Ecthelion: *overhears all this....what is going on?* Turu?

Turgon: --and get back to work!
I chill eventually. )
turgonthewise: (neutral)
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Ecthelion: *comes to see Turgon at the palace, bringing a few reports*

Turgon: *looking at sketches of proposed rides*

Gelgannel: Go right in, sir

Ecthelion: Thanks Gel. *goes in*

Turgon: 'lo. *waves*
Look! Look! RIDES also I killed a man )
gelgannel: (serene)
[personal profile] gelgannel
Had Idril on my mind since our conversation, and pretty sure she's not going to leave it anytime soon. I'm not sure what to do, when I wasn't sure I wanted her I couldn't get rid of her, and when I realized I did, she was gone.

Sweet paperwork, you'll never leave me.


Idril: *finishing up helping Turgon and goes to the bakery to pick up pastries for Gel, then heads to his room, knocking slowly on his door*

Gelgannel: Come in! *pulling on a shirt*

Idril: *goes in, seeing him mostly shirtless just as he pulls it on, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from making a noise of appreciation* Hi. I mentioned I'd stop by, and I have pastries...
And then she just appears )
idril: (phone)
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Idril: *goes up to Turgon's office in the morning* Dad?

Turgon: hello, dear. *working on paperwork while Idril3 chews a toy in front of the desk*

Idril: *goes in and picks up Idril3, petting him as she sits* I thought I'd see how things are going. Do you need help?
Idril is helpful! )


I need to go visit the girl next, and then Gel...
gelgannel: (hanging head)
[personal profile] gelgannel
So. I went right into a wall of fire.

What the hell was I thinking!?




Gelgannel: *sits there sort of stunned as they take away the raven and girl, and put out the fire*

Gelgannel: *notices the ends of his hair's been burnt and kind of stares before pulling himself up and going back to the fair, REALLY wants to see Idril after that*

Idril: *listening to uncle Maglor play, near the back of the crowd*

Gelgannel: *spots her hair and goes to her, taking her arm* Idril? *voice rough from inhaling smoke*
Not a good night )

I'm not... exactly surprised it didn't work out. I've spent so much time as a sailor, and then working away in the King's office that my contact with women has been spotty at best for the last hundred years. So it wasn't like I knew what I was doing and work WAS important.

But still.
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The Streets: *empty, most everyone has gone to the park for the festival*

Nuala: *still at work, putting a few finishing touches on a woven blanket before she closes up shop*

Kak: *with her even though Awk's gone off on an errand, riding on her shoulder*

Suddenly: *a bottle of alcohol with a burning rag stuffed in it smashes through the window* the roof the roof the roof is on fire )
idril: (why me?)
[personal profile] idril

Gelgannel: *freeing Idril3 from his little outfit before going to the festival*

Idril: *went early to watch her uncles and the help set things up, enjoying the festival atmosphere, hasn't spotted Turgon yet for glomping*

Gelgannel: *finishes his duties, leaves the dog with a servant and goes to meet up with Idril*

Yaban: *already there and trying out confections covered in powdery sugar*

Idril: *laughs when he takes a bite, getting powdered sugar all over his face, and helps him wipe it off, brushing his face with her hand, still giggling* Oh goodness, you'd think to take smaller bites!

Yaban: it looked smaller. My eyes must be too big. Hello, princess *smiles*

Idril: *grins at him* Hi, Yaban. *brushes off the last bit and dusts her hands off* Enjoying the pastry?

This evening started out so well... )


...I think we're done. I've given Gel so many chances, and he still chooses everything else over me. I deserve to be put first! Just like dad, since mom died. But they're different because before she died, he paid attention to her. He wasn't a crazy workaholic, to this extent. Gelgannel is. So I think I'm done.
idril: (cheeky)
[personal profile] idril

Gelgannel: *in the park when Dagnir shows up with his kittens and plays the harp for them*

Kittens: *frolic*

Dagnir: *sits and listens, tail twitching happily*

Idril: *out taking Bainil on a walk and sees Gel* Hey! *then sees Dagnir and wrinkles her nose* ew

Bainil: *happily runs over to her kittens*
Idril is grossed out by Dagnir again, but she does get a little almost-treat by the end of the day... )

Oooh, I'm so glad he's not going to pull away! Dad just likes to try to ruin things, but I won't let him this time!
idril: (listening)
[personal profile] idril

Gelgannel: *sorting papers, and generally putting the affairs of the city in order*

Idril: *humming as she comes near, enjoying the nice weather*

Gelgannel: *poking at his typewriter, in a half-hearted attempt to learn how to use it*

Idril: *sees him and grins, coming closer* hey. Hard at work, I see

Gelgannel: your father isn't in, princess. He's off running business. *doesn't look up at her, is doing WORK okay he's hitting random keys to see what happens*

Idril: *quite pretty today and leans against the desk* what if I wanted to see you?

Gelgannel: *looks up and sort of fullbody pauses when he sees her* ...what would you like with me?

Idril wants sex. Seriously. She's going to make Gelgannel go nude for her again. >.> At least, in her thoughts. )


...I really do like him still. Stupid hormones. We're just supposed to be friends with him, body. Not enjoying his!
gelgannel: (suspicious)
[personal profile] gelgannel

Gelgannel: *finishing up his paperwork for the day, sipping tea*

Idril: *not sure what to do with herself for the moment since Yaban is busy, and her uncles are taken care of for the moment, so goes to check on Turgon and Idril3, pausing at Gel's desk* Is he in?

Gelgannel: He's in a meeting with the lady Luthien at present, princess. *looks up, bit of his dredlocks falling over one eye*

Idril: a-ah... *finds the word hitched in her throat when she sees him again, feeling that rush again like the first time she saw him* ...will it be a long meeting?

Gelgannel: *nods* He told me to just leave when my time was up, I didn't have to come help him get ready.
but I could entertain you I SUPPOSE )
gelgannel: (annoyed)
[personal profile] gelgannel
King's working himself into a tizzy and apparently there's corpses all under my feet. Wonderful.



Gelgannel: *running around getting things organized for Turgon's 'I'm so glad you're not dead Finrod, but Lio is kinda close to it so I can't focus on you right now' welcome*

Idril: *heard that Finrod was back safe and going up to find them to congratulate, and also to check on uncle Lio, and runs into Gel as he rushes around a corner, almost falling* Ack!
Someone's going to get a concussion at this rate )
idril: (listening)
[personal profile] idril
Now, to go cheer up my dad. He's been so stressed and sad since uncle Finrod was kidnapped.


Turgon: *dictating a letter to Gelgannel*

Idril: *has a big basket of treats, including pastries and various chocolates, and knocks on Turgon's door*

Turgon: Gel?

Gelgannel: *nods and gets up to answer* Oh, princess. Hello

Idril: *curt nod to him* Idril dashes Gel's hopes! And also tries to fatten Turgon up. )

I love my dad. I hope uncle Finrod gets found soon and the murders stop and that we're all safe again. Also, I need to visit that human...
turgonthewise: (Disbelief)
[personal profile] turgonthewise

Turgon: *has just sent Maeglin back to his sister for his nap and is taking a break with his puppy*

Gelgannel: *writing up the notes for the day*

Ecthelion: *to Gelgannel* Is he available, Gel?
Bad news about Finrod )



I'm just going to sit here and stress drink a lot of tea. I hope it turns out he's just off with Celegorm or something.

And what the hell is my uncle going on about with my city?
idril: (why me?)
[personal profile] idril

Grima: *comes into the tower and heads to the lift, on an errand to deliver some architect notes that Turgon requested from the House of History. Noticed that one of them is a map of the sewers that he copied for a price several chats ago and... worried, with the rumours he's heard about the murderers*

Idril: *wanted to go pester her dad for a while (and not Gel because he's been dismissive and no one dismisses her!) and heads for the lift as well. She presses the button for it to go up*

Grima: *stands behind her so he can admire her without being noticed*

Lift: *liiiifts*

Lift: *makes a weird grinding noise and stops between floors and way above where it would be safe to climb out*

Oh Eru, I'm going to DIE in a contraption with a HUMAN! (Also, she traumatizes Grima :D) )


I'M NOT DEAD! And don't you say a word about me hugging Gel. I was distraught and familiar faces bring comfort. >.>
gelgannel: (eek)
[personal profile] gelgannel

Gelgannel: *trying not to think about Idril as he works*

Idril: *pops into his mind in a skimpy dress*

Gelgannel: *nearly breaks his pen*
Then the real one shows up and it gets worse )


I'm starting to think I need a mental exorcism and a physical shield. I like her, and that's the problem. She's distracting.

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