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gondolindrim2013-11-05 08:35 pm
turgonthewise) wrote in gondolindrim2013-11-05 08:35 pm
Entry tags:
great news, grand news, wonderful news
Turgon: *has a pug asleep on one side, and a toddler asleep on the other, and two fish swimming in circles in a bowl on his desk as he does paperwork*
Ecthelion: *enters his office; oh well, this is a bad idea because sleeping child and dog and there will be screaming*
Turgon: *beams at Lio* hi!
Idril3: o.o! *one of the hundred favourite people is here, hops out of his dogbed and goes to run around Lio's feet*
Ecthelion: Hey, Turu. Hey there, Idril3! *bends to scritch and pat*
Idril3: *runs around happily*
Turgon: What brings you here? It's not time for the report
Ecthelion: *sits down opposite his desk* I have some news.
Turgon: good or bad?
Ecthelion: *makes a face* Bad. And good. I guess. Maybe. *sighs* I don't know.
Turgon: should I put Mae out with Gel?
Ecthelion: *nods, sighing again*
Turgon: *scoops up the sleeping toddler*
Maeglin: mnng?
Turgon: go back to sleep, Mae. You're just going out to the waiting room. *takes him to Gel and makes sure he's settled before coming back*
Ecthelion: *perhaps Mae should have stayed. Not as much yelling*
Turgon: okay, what did Celegorm do?
Ecthelion: *tries to think of how to answer that question; finally* He found a silmaril.
Turgon: great. At least he didn't kidnap someone.
Ecthelion: He hid it.
Turgon: have you notified the man who'll burn down my entire city if he finds out it's being kept from him?
Ecthelion: No. Just you.
Turgon: Feanor has to be informed, Lio
Ecthelion: Yes. I think so. But I wanted you to know first.
Turgon: good man.
Turgon: Thank you. *rests his chin in his hands on the desk* ugh. Silmarils
Turgon: I wish he'd never made them
Ecthelion: They're safe, for now. And Celegorm is trying to come up with a safer place to keep them.
Ecthelion: I don't know how he'll tell Fëanor.
Turgon: I'll go tell him. You want to come with to make sure he doesn't cut my head off?
Ecthelion: I told Celegorm I'd give him the chance to explain to his father.
Turgon: he gets a week, then I'm telling
Ecthelion: That's fair.
Turgon: Feanorians. I only let them stay for you, really
Ecthelion: *arches an eyebrow* Just me, hmm?
Turgon: Hush that eyebrow. Yes
Ecthelion: Not even... *teasing voice* Maglor?
Turgon: meeting's over! Get out *pushes him at the door*
Ecthelion: Oh, it's like that, hmm?
Turgon: see you for report time where we will discuss crime!
Ecthelion: *not moving* What about lunch?
Turgon: lunch is fine *pushing still, head against Lio's back*
Ecthelion: Okay, and we'll talk about Maglor at lunch. *laughs*
Turgon: Oh sorry, I'm too busy for lunch
Ecthelion: Fine, we'll talk about other things.
Turgon: that's right. The dwarf place by the great market.
Ecthelion: Okay. *but will talk about it at lunch*
So that's that. Celegorm has one week to tell his father or I'm telling Feanor myself.
Ecthelion: *enters his office; oh well, this is a bad idea because sleeping child and dog and there will be screaming*
Turgon: *beams at Lio* hi!
Idril3: o.o! *one of the hundred favourite people is here, hops out of his dogbed and goes to run around Lio's feet*
Ecthelion: Hey, Turu. Hey there, Idril3! *bends to scritch and pat*
Idril3: *runs around happily*
Turgon: What brings you here? It's not time for the report
Ecthelion: *sits down opposite his desk* I have some news.
Turgon: good or bad?
Ecthelion: *makes a face* Bad. And good. I guess. Maybe. *sighs* I don't know.
Turgon: should I put Mae out with Gel?
Ecthelion: *nods, sighing again*
Turgon: *scoops up the sleeping toddler*
Maeglin: mnng?
Turgon: go back to sleep, Mae. You're just going out to the waiting room. *takes him to Gel and makes sure he's settled before coming back*
Ecthelion: *perhaps Mae should have stayed. Not as much yelling*
Turgon: okay, what did Celegorm do?
Ecthelion: *tries to think of how to answer that question; finally* He found a silmaril.
Turgon: great. At least he didn't kidnap someone.
Ecthelion: He hid it.
Turgon: have you notified the man who'll burn down my entire city if he finds out it's being kept from him?
Ecthelion: No. Just you.
Turgon: Feanor has to be informed, Lio
Ecthelion: Yes. I think so. But I wanted you to know first.
Turgon: good man.
Turgon: Thank you. *rests his chin in his hands on the desk* ugh. Silmarils
Turgon: I wish he'd never made them
Ecthelion: They're safe, for now. And Celegorm is trying to come up with a safer place to keep them.
Ecthelion: I don't know how he'll tell Fëanor.
Turgon: I'll go tell him. You want to come with to make sure he doesn't cut my head off?
Ecthelion: I told Celegorm I'd give him the chance to explain to his father.
Turgon: he gets a week, then I'm telling
Ecthelion: That's fair.
Turgon: Feanorians. I only let them stay for you, really
Ecthelion: *arches an eyebrow* Just me, hmm?
Turgon: Hush that eyebrow. Yes
Ecthelion: Not even... *teasing voice* Maglor?
Turgon: meeting's over! Get out *pushes him at the door*
Ecthelion: Oh, it's like that, hmm?
Turgon: see you for report time where we will discuss crime!
Ecthelion: *not moving* What about lunch?
Turgon: lunch is fine *pushing still, head against Lio's back*
Ecthelion: Okay, and we'll talk about Maglor at lunch. *laughs*
Turgon: Oh sorry, I'm too busy for lunch
Ecthelion: Fine, we'll talk about other things.
Turgon: that's right. The dwarf place by the great market.
Ecthelion: Okay. *but will talk about it at lunch*
So that's that. Celegorm has one week to tell his father or I'm telling Feanor myself.