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gondolindrim2013-11-13 05:32 pm
forging_gold) wrote in gondolindrim2013-11-13 05:32 pm
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Fuckityfuckfuck.
Maglor: *at the House of History to get that book for Elros to read at home*
Fëanor: *stalks in and sweeps by him, not looking around*
Maglor: *turns to look; oh good lord*
Fëanor: *goes tot he section he is looking for*
Maglor: *oh lordy; brings his book to the check-out desk*
Fëanor: *despite looking like a thundercloud, is very polite and charming to the librarians*
Maglor: *hoping to avoid him*
Fëanor: *sees him at the desk when he comes to check out his books and freezes*
Maglor: *thanks the librarian and turns to go and shit, his father is right there*
Fëanor: *as if forcing it out* Kanafinwë.
Maglor: *carefully* Hello, father.
Fëanor: *holds up his books* Do these pass your inspection, or would you like to confiscate them now?
Maglor: *holds back the temptation to even look at the books* It's...not really my place to say. *though his tone might be a little strained*
Fëanor: Oh? Has something changed?
Maglor: *bristles, but reminds himself not to rise to the bait* What do you want, father?
Fëanor: Just to make sure you and your lover won't be conspiring to steal anything else from me.
Maglor: *freezes* What?
Fëanor: You and Turukáno.
Maglor: *straightens* How do you know about that?
Fëanor: You don't keep secrets very well.
Maglor: *grinds his teeth* Perhaps. It doesn't matter. Turukáno has nothing to do with this.
Fëanor: *scoffs* Oh, he doesn't? I suppose you'll try to tell me he doesn't know about the second silmaril that Turkafinwë is lying to me about.
Maglor: Second silmaril? *well shit* Do you really think we should be talking about this here?
Fëanor: We don't need to discuss it. But I know all about it.
Maglor: *grimaces* Mmm. Very well.
Fëanor: It's funny. For all that you were all so upset about Théoden and I being together, turns out he's the only one I can trust.
Maglor: I never said a word against you and Théoden, so don't you dare use that against me.
Fëanor: Oh why, does it bother you? To have things you haven't done used against you?
Maglor: *frowns; perhaps deserved that; but still* I'm leaving now, father.
Fëanor: Very well. But one more thing before you go. *leans in close and whispers* I want my silmaril back.
Maglor: *swallows* I don't have it.
Fëanor: *pleasantly* I know, but perhaps you'll pass that along to Turkafinwë, in your next discussion about how to keep things from me. *adds* Oh. And tell him refusing to answer a question doesn't make it NOT a lie.
Maglor: *stoically* Yes, father.
Fëanor: *gathers his books and leaves; has some direwolves to retrieve*
Fëanor: *stalks in and sweeps by him, not looking around*
Maglor: *turns to look; oh good lord*
Fëanor: *goes tot he section he is looking for*
Maglor: *oh lordy; brings his book to the check-out desk*
Fëanor: *despite looking like a thundercloud, is very polite and charming to the librarians*
Maglor: *hoping to avoid him*
Fëanor: *sees him at the desk when he comes to check out his books and freezes*
Maglor: *thanks the librarian and turns to go and shit, his father is right there*
Fëanor: *as if forcing it out* Kanafinwë.
Maglor: *carefully* Hello, father.
Fëanor: *holds up his books* Do these pass your inspection, or would you like to confiscate them now?
Maglor: *holds back the temptation to even look at the books* It's...not really my place to say. *though his tone might be a little strained*
Fëanor: Oh? Has something changed?
Maglor: *bristles, but reminds himself not to rise to the bait* What do you want, father?
Fëanor: Just to make sure you and your lover won't be conspiring to steal anything else from me.
Maglor: *freezes* What?
Fëanor: You and Turukáno.
Maglor: *straightens* How do you know about that?
Fëanor: You don't keep secrets very well.
Maglor: *grinds his teeth* Perhaps. It doesn't matter. Turukáno has nothing to do with this.
Fëanor: *scoffs* Oh, he doesn't? I suppose you'll try to tell me he doesn't know about the second silmaril that Turkafinwë is lying to me about.
Maglor: Second silmaril? *well shit* Do you really think we should be talking about this here?
Fëanor: We don't need to discuss it. But I know all about it.
Maglor: *grimaces* Mmm. Very well.
Fëanor: It's funny. For all that you were all so upset about Théoden and I being together, turns out he's the only one I can trust.
Maglor: I never said a word against you and Théoden, so don't you dare use that against me.
Fëanor: Oh why, does it bother you? To have things you haven't done used against you?
Maglor: *frowns; perhaps deserved that; but still* I'm leaving now, father.
Fëanor: Very well. But one more thing before you go. *leans in close and whispers* I want my silmaril back.
Maglor: *swallows* I don't have it.
Fëanor: *pleasantly* I know, but perhaps you'll pass that along to Turkafinwë, in your next discussion about how to keep things from me. *adds* Oh. And tell him refusing to answer a question doesn't make it NOT a lie.
Maglor: *stoically* Yes, father.
Fëanor: *gathers his books and leaves; has some direwolves to retrieve*
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