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gondolindrim2013-11-10 09:25 pm
second_time_around) wrote in gondolindrim2013-11-10 09:25 pm
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Fëanor: *takes a break from building his underground bunker and packs a basket with things to bring Theo, and heads off to the House of Healing*
Theoden: *stacking sleepy kittens in boredom at the House*
Fëanor: *finds his room, after inadvertently terrifying many staff members along the way*
Theoden: Feanor! *grin and startles the cats*
Dagnir: *baleful look at Feanor, but that's his normal face*
Fëanor: Hello, Theo. *presses a kiss to his head* And Dagnir.
Dagnir: mow
Theoden: is that gifts? Or food? *hopeful look at the basket*
Fëanor: Both. *pulls up a seat, and hands him the basket, which contains a variety of food, books, and games and puzzles he's created to help pass the time*
Theoden: You're wonderful! *looks through it, appropriately admiring of Feanor's handiwork* Thank you. I'm still going to be stuck here for a while yet. They said they can mostly fix my leg after what the warg did
Fëanor: Only mostly?
Theoden: they've got nasty jaws, wargs do. *trying to sound chipper* I'm going to need a cane until it heals enough to just be a limp, they said
Fëanor: *frowns* Surely they can do better than that.
Theoden: well, I've still got a leg.
Fëanor: Yes, but all this future technology!
Theoden: you know, I asked about that. It turns out they've never really topped elven magic in the future
Fëanor: Hmmm. *frowns*
Theoden: It's fine. It's fine. *peers at the basket* I mean, I've still got my leg. I feel like an idiot, though. I just didn't want to kill anything that might not be bad
Fëanor: I will work on something. *shakes his head* Wargs are never good.
Theoden: but they can think. I just thought... *little sigh*
Fëanor: *pats* I know. It might be better to think of it as protecting the population.
Theoden: well, I'll have plenty of time to think about it. At least I'll be walking again by spring. That'll be a good time to go check out that tower me and Boromir were going to look at
Fëanor: That's a good way to look at it.
Theoden: I'll need to arrange things with Fingon... *distracting himself*
Fëanor: With Fingon?
Fëanor: Oh, the boat.
Theoden: Yes. Nothing else with Fingon. Well, beyond friendship things
Fëanor: *smiles* Yes, I see.
Theoden: Dagnir's been oddly devoted for a cat since I got hurt *scritches his cat* He's scared off any nurse that's tried to make him leave
Fëanor: Well, that is kind of his function in life.
Theoden: to be devoted or to scare people? *offers Fëanor one of the spare kittens* these ones come and go
Fëanor: The scaring people. *takes the kitten and peers at it*
Kitten: *prettier than Dagnir and waves a paw at Fefe's nose*
Theoden: that's true. He's fearsome.
Fëanor: *he's a lot of other things but won't say them*
Theoden: *gets some food out of the basket and offers some to Feanor* this looks good. Thank you
Fëanor: I went to your favorite bakery.
Theoden: good man. Elf. Person. Wonderful person who's made my day
Fëanor: *smiles* You're welcome.
Theoden: and look! You went outside. *grins* I was getting worried, you've been staying inside so much more lately
Fëanor: That's true. *mutters darkly* Still. I had to come visit.
Theoden: did something happen?
Fëanor: Some of my things were stolen. I told you, I am changing the locks. *and building an underground bunker*
Theoden: did you find out by who?
Fëanor: I did.
Theoden: and have you told the guards besides me?
Fëanor: No, I've handled it myself.
Theoden: Okay. *nods* I won't worry about it then. *trusts Fëanor did everything not very illegally*
Fëanor: Well, I don't want anyone else to try it.
Theoden: yeah, there's a bad precedent for what happens when you get stolen from
Fëanor: It won't happen again.
Theoden: was it something really valuable?
Fëanor: No, but it was more the principal of the thing.
Theoden: so your silmaril is fine?
Fëanor: I... don't have it.
Theoden: *blinks* Where is it?
Fëanor: I agreed that it would be safer if it wasn't in my hands. *mistake* My son has it safe.
Theoden: okay, so it wasn't just thrown into the lake or something
Fëanor: Of course not.
Theoden: because if you swam down to retrieve it, something would eat you
Fëanor: *grins* Nothing would dare eat me.
Theoden: you say that... you know, I'd like some safe way to look under the surface of the lake and find out what's really in there. Any ideas, Mr. Inventor?
Fëanor: I can work on something. *considers it*
Theoden: I just see them moving when I'm up on the walls and... get curious
Fëanor: I'm sure there's something I can come up with.
Theoden: good. *tugs Feanor over to kiss*
Fëanor: *tries to be gentle with Theo being injured and all*
Theoden: *notices and appreciates* thank you. For coming and everything. And the whole life saving thing
Fëanor: Of course. No need to thank me. *plus, liked killing the warg*
Theoden: wish I could thank you another way, but this leg's gonna be in my way for a while
Fëanor: *shakes his head* You don't have to thank me! Of course I would save you.
Theoden: I'm talking about sex
Fëanor: I know.
Theoden: *snickers*
Back to work on the bunker.
Theoden: *stacking sleepy kittens in boredom at the House*
Fëanor: *finds his room, after inadvertently terrifying many staff members along the way*
Theoden: Feanor! *grin and startles the cats*
Dagnir: *baleful look at Feanor, but that's his normal face*
Fëanor: Hello, Theo. *presses a kiss to his head* And Dagnir.
Dagnir: mow
Theoden: is that gifts? Or food? *hopeful look at the basket*
Fëanor: Both. *pulls up a seat, and hands him the basket, which contains a variety of food, books, and games and puzzles he's created to help pass the time*
Theoden: You're wonderful! *looks through it, appropriately admiring of Feanor's handiwork* Thank you. I'm still going to be stuck here for a while yet. They said they can mostly fix my leg after what the warg did
Fëanor: Only mostly?
Theoden: they've got nasty jaws, wargs do. *trying to sound chipper* I'm going to need a cane until it heals enough to just be a limp, they said
Fëanor: *frowns* Surely they can do better than that.
Theoden: well, I've still got a leg.
Fëanor: Yes, but all this future technology!
Theoden: you know, I asked about that. It turns out they've never really topped elven magic in the future
Fëanor: Hmmm. *frowns*
Theoden: It's fine. It's fine. *peers at the basket* I mean, I've still got my leg. I feel like an idiot, though. I just didn't want to kill anything that might not be bad
Fëanor: I will work on something. *shakes his head* Wargs are never good.
Theoden: but they can think. I just thought... *little sigh*
Fëanor: *pats* I know. It might be better to think of it as protecting the population.
Theoden: well, I'll have plenty of time to think about it. At least I'll be walking again by spring. That'll be a good time to go check out that tower me and Boromir were going to look at
Fëanor: That's a good way to look at it.
Theoden: I'll need to arrange things with Fingon... *distracting himself*
Fëanor: With Fingon?
Fëanor: Oh, the boat.
Theoden: Yes. Nothing else with Fingon. Well, beyond friendship things
Fëanor: *smiles* Yes, I see.
Theoden: Dagnir's been oddly devoted for a cat since I got hurt *scritches his cat* He's scared off any nurse that's tried to make him leave
Fëanor: Well, that is kind of his function in life.
Theoden: to be devoted or to scare people? *offers Fëanor one of the spare kittens* these ones come and go
Fëanor: The scaring people. *takes the kitten and peers at it*
Kitten: *prettier than Dagnir and waves a paw at Fefe's nose*
Theoden: that's true. He's fearsome.
Fëanor: *he's a lot of other things but won't say them*
Theoden: *gets some food out of the basket and offers some to Feanor* this looks good. Thank you
Fëanor: I went to your favorite bakery.
Theoden: good man. Elf. Person. Wonderful person who's made my day
Fëanor: *smiles* You're welcome.
Theoden: and look! You went outside. *grins* I was getting worried, you've been staying inside so much more lately
Fëanor: That's true. *mutters darkly* Still. I had to come visit.
Theoden: did something happen?
Fëanor: Some of my things were stolen. I told you, I am changing the locks. *and building an underground bunker*
Theoden: did you find out by who?
Fëanor: I did.
Theoden: and have you told the guards besides me?
Fëanor: No, I've handled it myself.
Theoden: Okay. *nods* I won't worry about it then. *trusts Fëanor did everything not very illegally*
Fëanor: Well, I don't want anyone else to try it.
Theoden: yeah, there's a bad precedent for what happens when you get stolen from
Fëanor: It won't happen again.
Theoden: was it something really valuable?
Fëanor: No, but it was more the principal of the thing.
Theoden: so your silmaril is fine?
Fëanor: I... don't have it.
Theoden: *blinks* Where is it?
Fëanor: I agreed that it would be safer if it wasn't in my hands. *mistake* My son has it safe.
Theoden: okay, so it wasn't just thrown into the lake or something
Fëanor: Of course not.
Theoden: because if you swam down to retrieve it, something would eat you
Fëanor: *grins* Nothing would dare eat me.
Theoden: you say that... you know, I'd like some safe way to look under the surface of the lake and find out what's really in there. Any ideas, Mr. Inventor?
Fëanor: I can work on something. *considers it*
Theoden: I just see them moving when I'm up on the walls and... get curious
Fëanor: I'm sure there's something I can come up with.
Theoden: good. *tugs Feanor over to kiss*
Fëanor: *tries to be gentle with Theo being injured and all*
Theoden: *notices and appreciates* thank you. For coming and everything. And the whole life saving thing
Fëanor: Of course. No need to thank me. *plus, liked killing the warg*
Theoden: wish I could thank you another way, but this leg's gonna be in my way for a while
Fëanor: *shakes his head* You don't have to thank me! Of course I would save you.
Theoden: I'm talking about sex
Fëanor: I know.
Theoden: *snickers*
Back to work on the bunker.