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[turgonthewise]

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


Maglor: Well, I'm here now anyway. What did you want to talk about?

Turgon: what are your opinions on my advances towards you?

Maglor: I only remember one advance...

Turgon: well, I was being rather forward before my grandson interrupted us yesterday

Maglor: Perhaps a bit. And I know you fancy me. But I'm your loathsome Fëanorian cousin, and you're a married man.

Turgon: *little nod* Yes. This is a problem

Maglor: The question is...how much of a problem?

Turgon: ...I'm not sure.

Maglor: *regarding him* What about the mortal woman? Eowyn?

Turgon: I'm... interested there too. *fiddles with his pen*

Maglor: *nods, thinking*

Turgon: I'm not sure what to do

Maglor: Stop thinking.

Turgon: and do what?

Maglor: And... close your eyes.

Turgon: *confused, but obeys*

Maglor: What do you want?

Turgon: you.

Maglor: Can you live with that?

Turgon: ...I thought you told me not to think

Maglor: Don't think. Just answer my question.

Turgon: ...I don't know

Maglor: Fair enough. *in front of him now*

Turgon: can I open my eyes?

Maglor: No. *sounds amused*

Turgon: hmph

Maglor: *kisses his mouth; convenient, this time Turgon can't flee, unless he squeezes gracelessly under the arms of his chair*

Turgon: *freezes, then kisses back*

Maglor: Well? Can you?

Turgon: I can

Maglor: Good. Then so can I.

Turgon: *leans up to kiss again*

Maglor: *kisses back*

How about that.