gondolindrim | (no subject)

Turgon: no putting it off. *pats Idril3's head and phones Lio*

Ecthelion: Hello?

Turgon: 'lo. You busy?

Ecthelion: Not at the moment, no. You need me?

Turgon: Yeah. Don't bring Celegorm, or tell him that you're coming to see me.

Ecthelion: *oh no* Well, I've never brought him before...

Turgon: don't tell him either. I'll be in my rooms.

Ecthelion: Okay. I'm on my way. *goes over to the palace with a growing feeling of unease*

Idril3: *ecstatic to see Lio*

Ecthelion: Hey puppy. *bends to scrtich*

Turgon: we need to talk about Celegorm. And your cat.

Ecthelion: My cat? Baini?

Turgon: sorry, sorry. I mean the one that spies. Celegorm has been using it to spy on me.

Ecthelion: *sits down slowly, taken by surprise* He what?

Turgon: Maglor just informed me. *steeples his fingers*

Ecthelion: So Dagnir's been spying on YOU this whole time?

Turgon: apparently.

Ecthelion: Huh.

Turgon: thoughts?

Ecthelion: *rubs his head, thinking* Well. First thing, I'll get the cat.

Turgon: what should we do with the cat?

Ecthelion: What do you want to do with him?

Turgon: well, I have no idea why he's working for Celegorm in the first place, and Celegorm does have that way with animals. For all we know, he's been threatening to drown your kitten

Ecthelion: We could question him. *frowns* I don't think Celegorm would do that.

Turgon: Call me when you've found the cat, and we'll decide what to do next. It won't be the first time I've negotiated with a talking animal *looks up at the sky*

Ecthelion: You want to negotiate with him?

Turgon: question him

Ecthelion: Very well.

Turgon: *tries to keep busy while he waits for Lio to finish his quest*

Dagnir: *just exiting the House of Healing*

Ecthelion: *nets him and brings him back to the palace*

Dagnir: *YOWL*

Ecthelion: *ignores and brings him to Turgon*

Dagnir: *murder eyes at both of them in the net*

Dagnir: let out!

Dagnir: Why do this!

Turgon: *nods to Lio*

Ecthelion: You've been spying on the king.

Dagnir: yes? Your elf ask me to. Give fish. *tries to get out of the net*

Ecthelion: Do you understand what it means to spy on the king?

Dagnir: *confused meow, has no idea why they're mad at him*

Dagnir: he want know what king do with brother

Turgon: ...*that's* what I was being spied on for?

Dagnir: he give fish for! Let out!

Turgon: Celegorm is a petty, petty man.

Ecthelion: *waits for orders*

Turgon: Hm, what do you think, Lio?

Turgon: how serious is spying on the king's lovelife according to the captain of the guard?

Dagnir: You no tell me no! *to Lio and struggles more*

Ecthelion: If you are working for me, I do not expect you to be working for others.

Ecthelion: Or spying on the king.

Dagnir: old queen, she say she kill for that. But you no say.

Turgon: literal little beast. *grabs the net and lets Dagnir out, but grabs him before he can escape* Okay. These are the rules from the king, which outranks your queen

Dagnir: *unhappy noises at being restrained, but looks up*

Turgon: you work only for me and Ecthelion. Your kittens work for only us.

Dagnir: mrowl?

Turgon: if we find out you're spying for others, you're going to be put in cages in the animal sanctuary.

Dagnir: fssssst

Turgon: *looks at Lio* your turn

Ecthelion: I think you've said it all.

Turgon: just making sure if there wasn't anything else you wanted to add. Do you understand, little cat? You're on probation. You're just lucky that you didn't do worse for Celegorm.

Turgon: *lets go*

Dagnir: *hops up onto the windowsill and licks himself offendedly* I understand. You need SAY

Turgon: Spies don't get to freelance

Ecthelion: Do you want me to get Celegorm, your majesty?

Turgon: no. I'll let you deal with him yourself, it'll just end in a shouting fit. I've got to go see Feanor next.

Dagnir: *low hiss at Feanor's name*

Ecthelion: *glances at Dagnir* What do you want me to do with him?

Turgon: He's on probation. If he breaks the law again, he has to go to the sanctuary. Just keep him under control, okay? *rubs his head* I'm just relieved it was about me and Maglor

Ecthelion: I'll do my best to keep him under control, sire. But what do you want me to do with Celegorm?

Turgon: I promised Maglor I wouldn't do anything to him, so I leave it up to you to deal with him as you see fit, regarding treason. However, do inform him he's lost privileges to go outside the city.

Ecthelion: ... you want me to punish him for treason?

Turgon: minor treason.

Turgon: I'm aware he didn't plot to overthrow me

Ecthelion: *has no idea what to do here* I ... I don't think there's such a thing as minor treason.

Turgon: well, what would you call it? It was against the king, but it wasn't harmful, just stupid.

Ecthelion: Stupid. I'd call it stupid.

Turgon: well, do what you have to to keep him from being stupid again.

Ecthelion: Yes sire.

Turgon: Good. Sorry for putting you in this position, but I haven't got a captain of the guard who isn't sleeping with him

Turgon: to be clear, the charge is being a bloody idiot. Not treason

Ecthelion: *nods*

Turgon: take the cat with you. I think he scares Idril3

Dagnir: No net!

Ecthelion: Let's go then.

Dagnir: *runs on ahead of Lio*

Now for my next task and I'm done dealing with any Feanorian but Maglor for quite a while:

Turgon: stay. *leaves Idril3 with treats and goes to his uncle's in his thickest cloak, it's getting cold out*

Fëanor: *in his bunker*

Turgon: *knocks! Trying to remember if Feanor has a phone. Seems to recall bribing him with one*

Turgon: wait, no, that was Celegorm. Damnit

Fëanor: *can see him outside on his surveillance cameras; takes his sweet time in going to answer the door*

Turgon: *huddles in his cloak*

Fëanor: *opens the door* Yes?

Turgon: I'm here about your second silmaril, uncle.

Fëanor: Yes?

Turgon: You are aware Celegorm has it, Maglor told me.

Fëanor: *nods*

Turgon: Well. I'm here to tell you that I am officially stepping out of this family feud. Wherever that silmaril ends up, I absolve myself of responsibility.

Turgon: I just want you to know that assault counts as assault under the eyes of the law, even if you do it to Celegorm, Uncle.

Turgon: Thought you'd appreciate it from me first hand, instead of a messenger.

Fëanor: *pleasantly* Thank you for letting me know.

Turgon: good. Please don't cause any chaos in my city

Fëanor: I have never had any intentions of doing so.

Turgon: I just worry. The silmarils have a bad reputation.

Fëanor: I know.

Turgon: I think that's all I had to say. You know, staying out of it, you and your sons not fighting too much.

Fëanor: I do have a question though.

Turgon: yes, uncle?

Fëanor: If "assault counts as assault under the eyes of the law" even if I do it to Turkafinwë, what about theft?

Turgon: Hm. Well. My stance is that the silmarils are your possession. If it were in my hands, I would deliver it to you. However, it seems to be a case of finder's keepers family possession here and at Maglor's request, I'm staying out of it.

Turgon: unless you mean something has been stolen from your home?

Fëanor: Something has been stolen from my home. *still speaking in a pleasant tone* I assume it doesn't count "under the eyes of the law" if it's done to me.

Turgon: have you reported the theft to the guards?

Turgon: That is what they're there for, uncle

Fëanor: I have not. I see no point now.

Turgon: *has a feeling his cousins have been up to things* Well. If it happens again, I encourage you to make use of the services available to all of my citizens

Fëanor: It won't do me any good. You just told me you won't return my possessions to me because Kanafinwë asked you not to; since he is the one who stole from me, I imagine you'll defer to him in this case as well.

Turgon: *argh* He stole from you? What did he steal?

Fëanor: What does it matter, Turukáno? You've made it clear that the law in this city only works against me, not for me.

Turgon: *rubs the bridge of his nose* Look. I've got a bad taste in my mouth about the silmarils. I just want you and your family to settle down and get along. I lost my wife because of the damn things. But they also shouldn't be stealing from you. I meant it, report it to the guards. Hell, report the silmaril to them. Whatever you want. I jut meant I, personally, am not getting involved.

Fëanor: How in the world does that work? You're king of this city - the guards report to you. You made the decision not to return my silmaril to me, because Kanafinwë asked you. Why would anyone take my complaints seriously?

Turgon: I don't actually have your silmaril to return it.

Turgon: and Ecthelion is a fair-minded man

Fëanor: *still pleasant* And he is involved with one of my sons, and you are with the other.

Turgon: *guilty look, feeling like a bad kid around his uncle after Feanor goes through his excuses*

Turgon: ...Maglor told me that you might use your silmarils for something dangerous when you get them together. Is this true?

Fëanor: You are the king of this city. I cannot claim to have been a good king to my people, not after the things I did, but you cannot just decide not to be king when you don't want to be "personally" involved.

Turgon: *hangs his head*

Fëanor: The silmarils were always safe with me.

Fëanor: I mean, again, I do not have any kind of moral high ground here, but at least try to do me the courtesy of recalling that it was Morgoth, not I, who stole the silmarils and killed my father.

Fëanor: I did not put them to any evil use.

Turgon: Yes, I remember how my grandfather died. *frowns* But you understand why a family like ours is different, yes? When we fight, we fight

Turgon: I'm not against you.

Turgon: I'm mostly against Celegorm.

Fëanor: I do. But the silmarils belong to me. If you chose to remove yourself from that, that's your choice.

Fëanor: But I will get it back.

Turgon: I won't take them from you if you re-acquire them.

Turgon: I hope you keep them safe.

Fëanor: I have no idea why Kanafinwë has decided that I would use the silmarils for evil. That was never my intent. *true, he was researching nuclear weapons, but he wasn't going to put the silmarils IN them*

Turgon: perhaps you need to sit down and talk with your sons?

Fëanor: Perhaps, except they are not interested in talking to me. *shakes his head* Never mind, Turukáno, I will not trouble you with any further involvement in my problems. I will reclaim my property, and stay away from my sons. You need not bother yourself.

Turgon: Just... don't hurt anyone. Please. *frowning* Or get hurt yourself, uncle.

Fëanor: *arches an eyebrow* Please, you'd be happy if I got myself hurt.

Turgon: You know, I don't think I would.

Fëanor: You've wanted nothing but to kill me since I arrived in your city. No need to start pretending you care what happens to me now. *has maintained a pleasant tone throughout the entire conversation, but now has allowed a little ice in it*

Turgon: if I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead. I've seen enough elves die, uncle.

Fëanor: So you just prefer making threats about me to actually killing me.

Turgon: excuse me?

Fëanor: I know it hasn't made you happy that I am in here. I know you've wished you could kill me and be done with it it. And what you just said sounds very much like a threat. Imagine if I had said that, how you would have reacted.

Turgon: panic, probably. Instead of high horse. Uncle, I've brought you my message and given my advice. It's time I take my leave

Fëanor: Yes.

Turgon: Good luck sorting everything out peacefully, uncle. *tugs his cloak's hood up and heads out*

Fëanor: *goes back to his bunker*

EDIT: Have added to the Feanor/Turgon chat.