gondolindrim | Coffee and conversation

Maglor: Turgon, I hope you realize that the children are staying with me.

Turgon: I have a feeling you'd take over the city if I tried to separate you.

Maglor: Quite right!

Turgon: Although I would like you to work out visiting with their grandmother, please.

Maglor: Fair enough. She can visit them, and they her. If they choose.

Turgon: Give 'em time to get to know her too, before getting their opinion on visits.

Maglor: *wry grin* I'm not that much of an idiot, Turu!

Turgon: *kisses* Good.

Maglor: *quick kiss back* I got you something.

Turgon: Is it coffee? I could wreck a coffee.

Maglor: *grins* No, it's not coffee. But we could go get coffee and you could wear it.

Turgon: What is it?

Maglor: *gives* A scarf. *a colorful but not actually gaudy one at that*

Turgon: *tries it on, swinging it over his shoulder* Pretty. Good man.

Maglor: I know you like colour. I thought it would look smart with that black coat you've got now.

Turgon: Your plans to dress me continue apace, I see.

Maglor: Well, you clearly need the help. *unapologetic grin*

Turgon: *siiiigh*

Maglor: Come on. Coffee.

Turgon: Caffeinate me, baby.

Maglor: *heads to a nice little coffee shop*

Turgon: Idril really wants to see them.

Maglor: *raises his eyebrows*

Turgon: Her grandkids.

Maglor: I knew what you meant.

Turgon: I just think we should set up a time.

Maglor: *nods* That's fair.

Turgon: And she wants to use me as a go-between because she's bitter about the whole dead mother thing.

Maglor: *sits with his coffee* So, she wants to meet them, but doesn't want to see me?

Turgon: Pretty much. She's not buying my line about you being pretty good.

Maglor: And her proposed solution is... me sending them to her? *mild tone. mild*

Turgon: Nope. Her solution is for me to bring them over for the visits, and then to bring them back to you.

Maglor: Hmm. *sips his drink, contemplating*

Turgon: I'm not taking your sons from you.

Maglor: No. I realize that.

Turgon: I just don't want this to end in screaming. *rubs his forehead* Especially since there's small children.

Maglor: What, by me and her?

Turgon: Yeah.

Maglor: *drums his fingers against the cup, considering*

Turgon: Tell me what you're thinking?

Maglor: Honestly?

Turgon: Please.

Maglor: I think Idril should grow up.

Turgon: It's a long time ago for you, you know.

Maglor: That's not what I mean. I can accept that she likely loathes me, and I know why. But she's going to have to confront the fact that if she wants to begin a relationship with her grandchildren, I am their guardian.

Turgon: Ah! Yes. Okay, that I agree with.

Maglor: And that means that, sometime or another, she's going to have to speak to me, if she wants to visit them.

Turgon: *nods*

Maglor: I don't wish to isolate them, honestly. But they are still mine to raise. *half shrug*

Turgon: We'll see what we can do.

Maglor: *nods, realising that's probably as good as he's going to get at the moment*

Turgon: *kisses softly* I'll wear her down.

Maglor: Yes, alright.

Turgon: So how are the kids?

Maglor: Well enough. Unruly.

Turgon: Anything like me?

Maglor: *thinks a moment* Well, Elrond loves books...

Turgon: That's something. I should show them paperwork.

Maglor: *rolls his eyes*

Turgon: What!

Maglor: Paperwork! Honestly.

Turgon: It's important for rulers.

Maglor: But not for children.

Turgon: I used to organize my toys as a child...

Maglor: *amused grin into his mug*

Turgon: At least I never let you see my poetry as a child.

Maglor: Was it as enlightening as your more recent work?

Turgon: it was a lot more crude

Maglor: *laughs*

Turgon: All sorts of things you shouldn't hear from your little cousin.

Maglor: *grins* I have five younger brothers. I've heard it all.

Turgon: *whispers some of it in Maglor's ear*

Maglor: *chokes back a laugh* That's terrible.

Turgon: I know!

Maglor: *jokes* Stick to paperwork.

Turgon: I will. I will.