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gondolindrim2013-11-11 03:30 pm
celegorm) wrote in gondolindrim2013-11-11 03:30 pm
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The one where I almost lie to my father
Father is officially insane. But I didn't actually lie to him. Not technically.
Fëanor: *takes a break from building his new secret lair and decides to reclaim his property; wraps up in a dark and what he hopes is an inconspicuous cloak, and heads over to Celegorm's; pounds at the door*
Celegorm: *hears the pounding and throws the door open in a fit* WHAT?! *sees his father* Oh, Father.
Fëanor: *strides in* I want my silmaril.
Celegorm: *grimaces* I thought we agreed it was safer if I kept it.
Fëanor: We did, but things have changed.
Celegorm: What things? Nothing has changed on my end.
Fëanor: *dark glance* Kanafinwe plots against me. I will feel safer if it's with me.
Celegorm: *arches an eyebrow* What sort of plotting has Kano ever done against you? He's been a good son, as have I.
Fëanor: He came into my house and stole my things. He thinks he needs to thwart and control me. *skeptical glance* I suspect you and he and Maitimo are in this together.
Celegorm: What??! You're delusional. Kano would never do that. And let's face reality: there's no controlling you. Not even Mother could do that.
Fëanor: He has done it. You can ask him. Used his children to distract me, while he stole my work.
Celegorm: *shakes his head* I just find that very difficult to believe. And, if you want to use that logic, wouldn't the silm be safer over here since he's stolen your stuff?
Fëanor: *deeply distrustful of all his sons right now* I have a safe place for it now. It will be safer with me.
Celegorm: *scratches his chin and decides that handing over one silm might be the easiest thing to do* Fine. *pulls the one off of the top of the bookshelf, opens the tin and hands it to Feanor* Here. Are you happy now?
Fëanor: *closes his hand over it* Happy? *bitter laugh* No, I am not happy. I wish I could trust my sons not to work against me. Then I might be happy. *pauses though, cocking his head as if listening to the silmaril in his hand*
Celegorm: *exasperated* Everything I have ever done, ever, has been for you. I even laid down my life for your oath...and now you question my loyalty? I don't even know what to think.
Fëanor:* looks up at him* Is this... the only silmaril you have?
Celegorm: *blinks but says nothing*
Fëanor: *repeats slowly and softly* Is this the only one?
Celegorm: This is the silmaril that we decided I would keep for you.
Fëanor:*glancing around, agitated* There is another? In this house... *almost talking to himself*
Celegorm: *cold sweat*
Fëanor:*studies his face, as if considering what to do next*
Celegorm:*meets Feanor's gaze with a bit of difficulty but doesn't flinch. also doesn't want to lie*
Fëanor: *suddenly feels a surge of power, perhaps from the silmaril he is holding*There is another...
Celegorm:*clinches his jaw*
Fëanor: *decides to leave it for now, and plan to come for it, when he doesn't have to destroy the house to get it* Very well, Turkafinwe. *bows his head stiffly* I thank you for returning this silmaril to me.
Celegorm: *is shocked Feanor doesn't press the issue, but is relieved* Promise me that you will take care of it. It cannot fall into the wrong hands or be used...for nefarious purposes.
Fëanor: Of course. It will be safe with me.
Celegorm: *sighs heavily* Fine.
Fëanor: *turns to leave, but pauses* Turkafinwe, if you and the others are working against me... please. Reconsider.
Celegorm: As I said before, everything I have ever done has been for the benefit of our family. That remains true.
Fëanor: *looks him over* So you would not hide anything from me then. Or attempt to keep me from my work.
Celegorm: *forces a smile* You're my father. I'll always be on your side.
Fëanor: That... is good to hear. *not sure he believes it though, much as he would like I take my leave now. and departs, silmaril still clutched tightly in his fist*
Celegorm: *shuts the door and sinks weakly onto the sofa* fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
That damned thing has got to go.
Fëanor: *takes a break from building his new secret lair and decides to reclaim his property; wraps up in a dark and what he hopes is an inconspicuous cloak, and heads over to Celegorm's; pounds at the door*
Celegorm: *hears the pounding and throws the door open in a fit* WHAT?! *sees his father* Oh, Father.
Fëanor: *strides in* I want my silmaril.
Celegorm: *grimaces* I thought we agreed it was safer if I kept it.
Fëanor: We did, but things have changed.
Celegorm: What things? Nothing has changed on my end.
Fëanor: *dark glance* Kanafinwe plots against me. I will feel safer if it's with me.
Celegorm: *arches an eyebrow* What sort of plotting has Kano ever done against you? He's been a good son, as have I.
Fëanor: He came into my house and stole my things. He thinks he needs to thwart and control me. *skeptical glance* I suspect you and he and Maitimo are in this together.
Celegorm: What??! You're delusional. Kano would never do that. And let's face reality: there's no controlling you. Not even Mother could do that.
Fëanor: He has done it. You can ask him. Used his children to distract me, while he stole my work.
Celegorm: *shakes his head* I just find that very difficult to believe. And, if you want to use that logic, wouldn't the silm be safer over here since he's stolen your stuff?
Fëanor: *deeply distrustful of all his sons right now* I have a safe place for it now. It will be safer with me.
Celegorm: *scratches his chin and decides that handing over one silm might be the easiest thing to do* Fine. *pulls the one off of the top of the bookshelf, opens the tin and hands it to Feanor* Here. Are you happy now?
Fëanor: *closes his hand over it* Happy? *bitter laugh* No, I am not happy. I wish I could trust my sons not to work against me. Then I might be happy. *pauses though, cocking his head as if listening to the silmaril in his hand*
Celegorm: *exasperated* Everything I have ever done, ever, has been for you. I even laid down my life for your oath...and now you question my loyalty? I don't even know what to think.
Fëanor:* looks up at him* Is this... the only silmaril you have?
Celegorm: *blinks but says nothing*
Fëanor: *repeats slowly and softly* Is this the only one?
Celegorm: This is the silmaril that we decided I would keep for you.
Fëanor:*glancing around, agitated* There is another? In this house... *almost talking to himself*
Celegorm: *cold sweat*
Fëanor:*studies his face, as if considering what to do next*
Celegorm:*meets Feanor's gaze with a bit of difficulty but doesn't flinch. also doesn't want to lie*
Fëanor: *suddenly feels a surge of power, perhaps from the silmaril he is holding*There is another...
Celegorm:*clinches his jaw*
Fëanor: *decides to leave it for now, and plan to come for it, when he doesn't have to destroy the house to get it* Very well, Turkafinwe. *bows his head stiffly* I thank you for returning this silmaril to me.
Celegorm: *is shocked Feanor doesn't press the issue, but is relieved* Promise me that you will take care of it. It cannot fall into the wrong hands or be used...for nefarious purposes.
Fëanor: Of course. It will be safe with me.
Celegorm: *sighs heavily* Fine.
Fëanor: *turns to leave, but pauses* Turkafinwe, if you and the others are working against me... please. Reconsider.
Celegorm: As I said before, everything I have ever done has been for the benefit of our family. That remains true.
Fëanor: *looks him over* So you would not hide anything from me then. Or attempt to keep me from my work.
Celegorm: *forces a smile* You're my father. I'll always be on your side.
Fëanor: That... is good to hear. *not sure he believes it though, much as he would like I take my leave now. and departs, silmaril still clutched tightly in his fist*
Celegorm: *shuts the door and sinks weakly onto the sofa* fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
That damned thing has got to go.